Dinner TableA Poem by JRTruth 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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Added on January 23, 2020 Last Updated on January 23, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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