Taste Exploration

An explorer in the vast unknown

cave. 

Rows of stalactites 

gleaming white in my flashlight

weep, 

drowning me in their salty tears. 

They soothe my cracked lips,

my parched throat

and within them I taste

their sweet anticipation

souring into bitter resentment. 

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

Neat. Concise.

"Rows of stalactites
gleaming white in my flashlight
weep,
drowning me in their salty tears."
Very nice lucidity. I can see it, taste it. Phonetically excellent. Rolls of the tongue.