Aftertaste

Like an empty pint of whiskey,
tossed away in the corner of a street –
filled with rainwater and breeding mosquitoes –
I am of no use to you.

But oh, that feeling
of my mouth between your lips –
mixing in your saliva,
I hope your gut still burns with my bitterness.

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