raw jaw.

insomnia.

Four. My tongue tastes salty. The four mushy, bloody corners of my gums are soggy. Four. I wish he would come and kiss me on those four mushy bloody corners of my  soggy gums. Four. I can't stop counting. 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Perfect poem.

Sweet and real.

[Raja]

and now we, readers, are counting...

Good experimentation of thoughts...

Thank you.

Raja.