no one told me it would hurt this
good
bad
cannot imagine
that pain
dabbed precisely 'round the earlobes
smells
bitter sweet..
(ever) lasting
sweet thick like molasses
(soon turning stomachs)
nothing else/ doesn't matter..
the smell
like U
remains...
as does the pain..
it's not good
or bad...
just is...
and i pray
u caught a glimpse
of yearn,
wane
and apologies
from my eyes..
caught a whiff
of U/ME/US
in the air
AS
i continue to dab slightly
the haunting familiar
behind my...
kdtaylor, 2009
E. Zora Knight
2009-11-04
after
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