You spoke to me with a voice that was sweeter than sugar. Two hundred times sweeter, to be precise: engineered and measured to the mark. Some would call it sickening, but swimming in the dark, bitter coffee, you could shine through like natural couldn’t.
And you never promised something real, just something better: guilt-free; an untraceable zero. So you could be my zero. And I was your zero.
So then somehow I was left with a gaping hole: empty with hunger and filled with hunger.
No one thought to calculate the aftertaste.