it's so easy for me to slip a lie underneath my tongue
but I never thought about what would happen
if I accidentally swallowed my false words
never considered the stinging salt of untrue
sentences.
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
