Bitterness.
It flakes out of
every pen stroke and
dots pages.
It seasons my life and
accompanies me
at the table
where I eat
my resentment.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
Bitterness.
It flakes out of
every pen stroke and
dots pages.
It seasons my life and
accompanies me
at the table
where I eat
my resentment.
