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The sauce was spicy.
Almost tangy,
tart, and sweet

like an explosion
of orange and vinegar
and habanera, but

you didn't seem to care
and just spit it in the hazel
of my left eye.

I only cried for forty three minutes
as I rinsed my eye with warm water
and begged to die.

We walked back and,
I think, only regretted
the path we chose.
Emeya - on Mar. 22 2008

 

I really enjoyed this. I loved the way the reader wasn't quite sure how it related to Frost until the end, and then the way it links back is almost...humorous really...but also quite profound. Regretting only the path you chose. It's like saying the destination is lovely, you just wished you had taken a different way to get there, or something. At least that's how I read it. But I suppose, too, that while there are many paths to choose from, you can only travel one at a time.

I do have two suggestions, both of which have to do with line breaks:

 

and just spit it in the hazel

of my left eye.

 

And...

 

We walked back and,

I think, only regretted
the path we chose.

 

Or...

 

We walked back and,

I think,

only regretted
the path we chose.

 

...I'm suggesting this because I felt these lines were too long for the overall structure of the write. And that's all I've got. A very satisfying read!

Well done,
Emeya


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