*Tea with my Ghost*

I turn the tiny ear

of the china cup

and saucer upon a

lazy heirloom dolly:

"Thank you,"

"How considerate,"

"Much obliged,"

"Shouldn'ta-"

a splash of bitters

in the invite rings

like an ambered

purification ritual;

I mop the console

and suggest, myself

another go round..?

Chin chin, porcelain,

Do, dearie really--

No, I must insist:

and turn the trolley,

just a single drop

of Life's rust is left

in this old carafe

I'm a-sharing, here in

the drawing room

where the curtains

will be closing

very soon

I know I've had

the better half

of the pairing,

rendering a

contestant

on the rise with

seamy likeness

in the mist, as I--

I fade away into

the darkening

pallor of my

own shadow

01.27.23

Tea With Your host Challenge

@HeartofaWolf