I ****** you dry
even when you were wrong
self-righteously
even when your words
snatched the fray
of my wind-whipped
stained white skirt
and reeled me into
the wood chipper
I wanted to choke
on every grain
of your black salt
relish and smother
in the undiluted flavor
and I savored
every last
bitter bit
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
I ****** you dry
even when you were wrong
self-righteously
even when your words
snatched the fray
of my wind-whipped
stained white skirt
and reeled me into
the wood chipper
I wanted to choke
on every grain
of your black salt
relish and smother
in the undiluted flavor
and I savored
every last
bitter bit
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