22:81
Pull my lips
from my teeth
and examine the inside.
Did they gnaw away
at the inner flesh
with unknown worry
or did they remain pristine?
What do hidden parts
highlight about my soul
to those who finally see
such things?
Does it even matter?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:81
Pull my lips
from my teeth
and examine the inside.
Did they gnaw away
at the inner flesh
with unknown worry
or did they remain pristine?
What do hidden parts
highlight about my soul
to those who finally see
such things?
Does it even matter?