A memoir and life-writing blog
beautiful,
that was the word from
your mouth
she swallowed it
whole
felt the serum slide down her throat
smooth and warm
like tea laced with brandy
filling in cracks etched from insecurities,
doubt
too much time has passed
the fissures are coming
unglued
she no longer tastes you in
her mouth
say it again,
when you see her