Tea break

Sugar slowly poisoned my tea, till I could no longer recognize the taste of it and the sweetness of the cane had disguised the grotty bitterness that corrupted my tea stained mug.

I drank endless cups like a drug, till I couldn’t tell if I was drinking it or it was drinking me. Every time I weaned myself off, it laughed in my face; you want me it cried, you need me.

My dentist knew I could and should cut out the sugar, but she just smiled and said these cravings will pass. It turned out sugar in my tea was just too good; I lost three teeth that day.

Today I’m almost wine total, but every now and then I go looking for the sugar pot. I know my housemate has hidden it from me and put it out of reach, but really and truly I would like to explain my compulsion, because then I know I will never need sugar in my tea again.