there is a bitterness in the rind of the lemon but with just a coating of coarse salt that same bitterness is drawn out leaving a perfect vision of summer. my rind is quite bitter this evening senseless renal failure leaves these poisonous thoughts to gain mass to become a new entity hellbent on self-destruction […]
it is so easy to choke on the bitter rind life has in abundance to let the waves batter us until there is nothing yellowed bones broken sinking in the tar pits that seemed like solid ground. it is why when those firefly lights of happy come i will just sit smiling trying to absorb […]
if you are raised with spicy foods you build a natural tolerance to the heat this explains my drinking coffee black as the bitter tang of disappointment has rendered my tongue numb in the battered tapestry of my soul large sections have been bleached white with only the afterimage of dream in the fine threads […]
it is my mother’s birthday today we haven’t spoke in a decade yet still i remember if that were all i could recall perhaps her i would call but in stubbornness born of self protection from the one from which i was born shall remain a cast off crucible a raised scar on soft pink […]
oh forget the withered fruit upon the vine, the last vestige of summer, turned bitter in the cold winds of wistful memory stroll on with tired soles, down weathered stone paths, the joys of sunlight kissing your delicate features with tender lips strengthen thine heart milady, for the remnants of yesterday, the leftovers of before […]
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