Purple Tea
My wife’s
got me
drinking
purple tea.
Her Tia
swears by it –
heals everything,
cleanses
your whole system –
Hell,
cures cancer!
She gave
my wife
a huge
brown paper bag
full
of leaves.
My wife
boils them
in a pot
then
extracts the tea
and stores it
in mason jars.
Over time,
it condenses
into this
thick purple stuff
that tastes
like dirt water.
I have to
infuse it
with honey
and pinch
my nose
when I down it.
It’s not bourbon!
my wife jokes.
Sip it!
But there’s
no enjoying
this stuff.
It’s old age
in a mug
laughing
its way down
my throat
and landing
where the bourbon
once was.
Horror Sleaze Trash 