BITTER SWEET
by Yasmeen Sheik

 

My mouth is supposed to be sweet

A thick nectar

Ribbons of honey

A smile that captures the soul,

My soul

 

But it is as bitter as the words you left me with

Numbing my every word

Stifling the song that carried in my smile

Sewing your hatred between my dry lips

 

I can’t speak.

 

The dull ache in my mouth travels down my throat,

As I sit here looking at what I wrote

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I can still taste you.

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