A Larger Poetry Collection

by reminiscent-afterthought

Even if they scattered about nonsensically, they collected on the same net.

226. As I Speak

A/N: Written for the Title Set Boot Camp, #008 – As I Speak

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A Larger Poetry Collection
226. As I Speak

Even as the words escape my moth
I know it's gone too far, too late
to grab them back, bury them deep
beneath the layer of her wounded skin –

But bruised skin was not so raw, so late to head,
as it carried that spat through fat and flesh
and tears –

Maybe we hadn't wanted it over
but now it was too late.