Of Ancient Hugs and Vomits
Our marriage is laden.
Like dishes stuck in the sink for days.
Putrid.
Glazed with coppery laughter and leathery fights.
T I R E D,
I then made home
from the metaphors
of my head.
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from the book Scentsibility, an Amazon Best seller
published 2020 ©JinQue RD
Copyright © Sycamore Wild Jinque Rd | Year Posted 2021
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