CONFESSION

He tasted the first word out:
Bitter and burning;
Warm and cold—
The last shot of Inferno Pepper.

Caged spirit soared free
Liquid temptation rising;
Along calmed throat,
Tracks of escape.

Nobody hears from the dead soul,
The truth he could only acknowledge
As a confession
to the deaf man.

© Gheeneil

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