I’d shake your hand
but it’s covered in stomach
and it smells like
metallic loss
I’m not sure if you know this
but your soul is showing
Your skin is ashen paper tissue
rough and about to tear
in my palm
when we shake
I want to get closer to you
but your breath
oh, your breath,
it whispers what you’re missing
July 12, 2015 at 5:20 pm
final line…perfection.
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July 16, 2015 at 9:26 pm
All a writer needs is one compliment like that to keep them going. Thank you.
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July 17, 2015 at 7:09 pm
Most welcome but well earned.
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