Mentha spicataA Poem by Ruminating ArchaeologistChristmas songs sound like depressed lullabies and my heart feels numb and my ankles are soreChristmas songs sound like depressed lullabies and my heart feels numb and my ankles are sore as I dig my fingers into the ceramic mug pull, pull, searching my mouth tastes of bitter chocolate and a sweetness longed for.
the flavors hold on my tongue as I lean back in my chair again with my legs slightly bent and splayed in front of me I stroke my thumb back and forth across lines on my palm, though I don't trace any specific one, almost like there is some sort of invisible scar there that I wish was tangible (then again, if it was, I wouldn't be tracing it)
she asks me if I'm okay and I give a little nod and half a shrug and say "I'm fine."
but I'm not. I'm lying. © 2012 Ruminating ArchaeologistAuthor's Note
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Added on December 18, 2012 Last Updated on December 18, 2012 Tags: mentha, spicata, mentha spicata, spearmint, peppermint, mint, menthol AuthorRuminating ArchaeologistParadoxical Cerebrum, INAboutSince 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..Writing
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