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Held Pieces
It pains me
a toothache
I can't help but tongue
I bite down
words claw the enamel
drill a hole
hiss through in
a kettle whistle
a train whistle
smoke and vapor
burn and caress
sealed lips
until my jaw unclenches
and I chew and swallow
the pulp
of my shitty first draft
Published 28th Aug 2017
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28th Aug 2017 4:28am
28th Aug 2017 6:20am
Thanks doll, I do love me some metaphors they allow for layering of meaning in such a delightful way. Glad you enjoyed it.
28th Aug 2017 4:52am
Goes down sweeter with non-metaphoric "cheap red wine" (save the good stuff for the final draft) :-)
Nice write
Nice write
28th Aug 2017 6:26am
I prefer the lick of salt, the bitter burn with a sour finish myself. 😉 Thanks for the read and the comment AT.
