As I remove my tea from the microwave,
I grab the body of the cup.
Its scalding hot but I do not flinch.
I know I can't drink it.
The color defines me,
the flavor withholds me.
I grab two ice cubes
And descend them into their own
Personal oblivion.
I watch as they dance on top of my tea,
slowly but surely
melting with every second.
Smaller and smaller.
just like me.
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