When your teeth bit down I broke in two,
splitting down the middle like kindling
the halves peeling open
to reveal the flakes of me crumbling
to charcoal dust in your mouth.
Water couldn’t swill the taste of me out
and spitting only left streaks
drawn down your chin,
watery grey lines smeared across skin
and stains on a handkerchief
that wouldn’t wash out.
There was no mettle to me
instead I buckled beneath your heat,
melted and warped
into puddles of slag you left behind
dotting the pavement
as loose coins might have fallen
Bronze is beaten until burnished
but I was not bronze.
Perhaps it was best you left me behind.
Daily Prompt: Assay