I hate your name.
I dislike the way my mouth feels as the letters spill out.
My mouth gets heavy with the sadness those 7 letters bring.
It feels dry, empty, but so full at the same time.
Those 7 letters expand until my whole mouth is filled.
Filled to the brim with the soft sound of your name.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Words
PoetryA collection of poems and occasional short stories I write.
