Swallow the pill, swallow the thought. You're never going to love again.
Swallow a drink, take a shot. Let the words be pushed farther down your throat. Maybe they'll be brought up and through your lips like a hiccup. You'll never be loved again.
Cough on the burn in your throat, lick your wounds (and the salt), squeeze the lemon over the mouth that lost it all.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoesiaFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
