Her tongue
is a key
on a ring of words –
that open memories
and lock away
what’s said.
on a ring of words –
that open memories
and lock away
what’s said.
So lead me
out the door
to the swinging rusted gate
where all the skeletons
just lay around and wait
then turn the bloody key
locking in the past –
instead of me.
to the swinging rusted gate
where all the skeletons
just lay around and wait
then turn the bloody key
locking in the past –
instead of me.
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