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Words like honesuckle, sickly sweet from your sensuous mouth.
Sinuous curves on an infinite plane, seeking a runaway.
Polished to a finish, but betrayed by your limestone, jagged edges eroded by time.
You were so sure of your shore.
Quips confidently confided to anyone who would listen.
You always had an audience,
The expert captor.
Too old for capers, but with a palate seasoned for their salt.
You always fit so neatly into other people's wounds.
You always were so smooth.
Why is the truth always so rough?
About the Creator
E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Comments (4)
Slimy, and possibly dangerous. I hope I never meet him!
This is great, so aversive, Indo not want to go near this person.
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Gosh this was extremely deep and poignant! Fantastic work!