I dehydrated my soul worrying over you
and dry heaved all of your rejections;
I chewed my tongue to choke on your name
& my eyes bled dry to drown the word "why",
I ground my teeth flat biting back at your betrayal
& I dined on ash and dirt to bury your taste;
In between the sweet metallic cracks of my heart
are the engravings of your destruction,
and the blasphemous symbols naming you
that these withered lips are unable to utter.

















Oh my this has some serious depth. 
































This was very dark and a deep impression of the prompt you were given. I have never thought of parched lips in that way. You used some excellent vocabulary that created vivid images in this piece. It also created interesting thoughts. Very descriptive write and I thank you for sharing it with me. Good luck in the contest if it hasn't already been judged. Keep writing poet. 












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