The Forgotten Sense

I feel it on the side of my tounge

and in the cold place in my soul

it drives into my brain

until I lose control

tastes bitter

and cold

and flows over

and spills out of my eyes

I bite my tongue

to fill the place that is so empty

I feel the thick, sticky warm fill my mouth

and leak out of my eyes

the bitter taste

of loss



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2 responses to “The Forgotten Sense

  1. Spittin’ blood. The kind of loss that makes you bite your tongue, I feel it.

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