Dinner Table

Dinner Table

A Poem by JR

Truth be told, we let silence in

beneath our skin, like a worm, tunneling

we let it eat our meat from the inside

until like fruit we bruised

until like fruit we turned soft with rot

until like fruit sweet turned sour

until like fruit from the branch

we fell and split

© 2020 JR


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JR
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Placerville, CA



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