by Yasmeen Sheik
My mouth is supposed to be sweet
A thick nectar
Ribbons of honey
A smile that captures the 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
I can still taste you.