Eight Eleven Twenty Nineteen

A Poem by JR

I never planned for this to happen

never planned to cover my tongue in salt

and lick open wounds

Oh the day it burns in my head

Oh sour is the taste of failed conversations

Oh my head the burn the burn

All the things I should have said

slick saline drains down my throat

I never planned for this to happen

never planned to cover my eyes in salt

and see only wounds

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Added on August 19, 2019
Last Updated on August 19, 2019

Writing again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..

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