
Argue
A shaken cola bottle —
Foam climbing the neck
Shut the lid
Seal it tight.
Sound scrapes the drum of my ear
The heavy ball drops —
Down,
Down —
Foam everywhere.
Go away.
About the Creator
Krysten Guilbault
A sanctuary of words for the seekers and the soft-hearted. Exploring the alchemy of healing, the wisdom of the wild, and the tethering of souls.



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