The sour taste
of bitter company
Teeth clenched
Tongue held
to preserve the
somewhat peacful
lie of a setting
A good time
While stepping
around the eggshells
like a minefield
of emotional explosions
You know that one will explode
you just don't know when
Hoping, feeling guilty for the hope
that the explosion will avoid you
and fall onto someone else
The smell of dinner
sustained silence
small talk
strained smiles
Happy ******* Thanksgiving
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
The sour taste
of bitter company
Teeth clenched
Tongue held
to preserve the
somewhat peacful
lie of a setting
A good time
While stepping
around the eggshells
like a minefield
of emotional explosions
You know that one will explode
you just don't know when
Hoping, feeling guilty for the hope
that the explosion will avoid you
and fall onto someone else
The smell of dinner
sustained silence
small talk
strained smiles
Happy ******* Thanksgiving
Written: November 26, 2009
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