The recipe called for three teaspoons of shimmer,
from unshed tears.
Half a fractured heart, cored and peeled.
A handful of sweat
scraped from the hollow of a good man’s throat,
and the promise of forever,
bottled and preserved in lies,
steeped for sixteen years,
and cracked open with a whisper of ice.
For Today’s Daily Prompt: Shimmer
I was genuinely struggling for a response to today’s daily prompt so I’m afraid you’ve got his nonsense.