I never thought to tell.
I swallowed each heavy feeling
Like a chore
With the hope of making the weight
More convenient
And each gobbet of memory sank and churned
In the pit of my stomach.
These pond stones
Which hiccuped in the gullet
Vanished from sight,
Yet they did not pass.
The weight did not pass.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
I never thought to tell.
I swallowed each heavy feeling
Like a chore
With the hope of making the weight
More convenient
And each gobbet of memory sank and churned
In the pit of my stomach.
These pond stones
Which hiccuped in the gullet
Vanished from sight,
Yet they did not pass.
The weight did not pass.