i'm half a world away now.
i don't think i like you anymore, because my head isn't consumed by the image of yours, and my heart isn't throbbing in marred pain. but my belly still rumbles lowly with an acheing sore, a pit that wants more.
so i cut my teeth on sugar- melting, melting. everything melting and blackening, charred oyster pearls rolling off cushion shell beds into the earth below the waterfall.
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
