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Mel Tulane
Poems
May 2018
whiskey
all i could think was whiskey
his hand tasted of it over my mouth
his breath smelled of it as he exhaled into me
he felt like it, ice to the touch
but burned like fire inside me
triggerwarning whiskey taste touch smell fear fire
Written by
Mel Tulane
19/Non-binary/Joplin, Mo
(19/Non-binary/Joplin, Mo)
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