My memories
of you
are bittersweet now,
like the punch
of green apples
hitting
the back
of my tongue.
I gnash my teeth
against
their bite
and tear them
open
until the sweet
syrup of you
drips down
my throat,
and I
swallow
what used to be
us.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Wonderful poem by a very talented writer. Great poem.
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Thank you so much
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lovely!
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Familiar, and with a name attached. Beautiful!
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Thank you, friend.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole’s poetry touches.
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Thank you so much.
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