You exhale
sulfurous acid-
and I eagerly await
your corrosive words.
Biting my swollen lips
-in frustration,
whenever you pause
for a breath.
My fingertips are
forever scrapping
the bottom of
vaseline jars.
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You exhale
Biting my swollen lips -in frustration, whenever you pause for a breath.
My fingertips are forever scrapping the bottom of vaseline jars.
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