A cup of Earl Grey, no sugar, just milk. I lift and sip. Bits of china, fragile as a life disintegrate and fall away. Tiny pieces of broken existence nestle in my hand. A chip crater-like decorates the fragile under belly of the handle. I continue to drink. The handle holds. Once finished the plain white cup will be discarded, it’s utility at an end. The landfill beckons.
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K Morris - Poet 
I couldn’t past the thought of Earl Grey and milk! Weak and black with lemon.
Its interesting how people’s tastes differ. As the old saying has it, “one man’s meat is another man’s poison”. I have drunk tea (including Earl Grey) without milk, however I much prefer it with cow juice! Thanks for your comment, Kevin
*get* past, sorry