Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2018
The words
that she
left too
long out
of the
chains
tasted like
stale
bread
so she
stopped
tasting
them
and they
came out
gluttonous
beggars
always
biding
for her
tongue.
Written by
Starlight  19/Transmasculine/Australia
(19/Transmasculine/Australia)   
112
     Fawn and The Black Beast
Please log in to view and add comments on poems