Gravel
Wraps your lips around my pain,
recite the words as if they
were meant to fall from your own.
Some nights, I think you can
feel the gravel in my mouth,
as if it were beneath your feet.
Stand here with me,
hold the blade.
Twist my memory and
let it gush along the
path of our bitter prowl.
Leave it here
with me.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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