when speaking of you
i always say your name
for dad and father were never
words that described you.
so when the word dad slid off my
tongue it left the taste of mortification
as if it were tainted with poison
and needed to be chased down
by something stronger than water;
something stronger than demise.
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
