Prose: “The Oil to the Vinegar”

“Ice blue eyes with cold, dark mis-intentions.

No warmth. There’s light, but it’s just not evident.

Clear, ice chambers that look like glass.

Just like the song says.

Just enough cheese to keep them coming back for more; just another taste of the nonalcoholic beer.

The sore thumb. The non-apple of their eye. The Android to the Apple. The red headed stepchild. The oil to the vinegar.

All the while, that’s how they made you feel about the way they felt about you.


You settled settled settled for less.

They disappointed disappointed disappointed because you allow.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, … shame on me.

Their kiss like medicine. But tastes like sugar and goes down like battery acid, slowly hurting you until the last drop.

Just like you said, they took away from you.

The Diet Coke with the hotdog.

The Mento with the Coca-Cola.

The oil and vinegar complex, as a warning from a friend.

But you still want to “find out for yourself.”

Truth is, folks, you can give them your whole heart on a platter, and they’ll still want one more drink.”

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