One Shot

When you crafted

a skull

in a cloud

of cocoa powder

atop the foamed head

of my morning latte

I knew

you were the one / angry.

We had been playing this game

for months


I sensed a change in you

it was honest / deceitful

as our eyes met

you murmured

this one’s on me / that’s seven pounds fifty.

My cheeks flushed venti

as you smirked 

knowing I did not deserve this

intimacy of chocolate dust      

asking me out / outside

with a lingering touch

& whuff of steam

that would change nothing / the course of history.

Zoe Davis is an emerging writer and artist from Sheffield, England. A Quality Engineer in advanced manufacturing by day, she spends her evenings and weekends writing poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane. You can find her work in publications such as: Acropolis Journal, Livina Press, MONO, Hungry Shadow Press and Idle Ink. You can also follow her on Twitter @MeanerHarker where she’s always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.