The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
A Chance at Life
My lips are
Broken and blood-crusted over
Cracked so badly
Even the sweet touch
Of water sends
Shockwaves of pain
And yet I stay
Perched beneath the
Dripping sponge
Afraid I’ll miss
Its kiss
Because agony
Is my only
Salvation
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