I'm posting my poems in bits and pieces so as not to overwhelm everyone with the teen angst all at once!
World Blood
Flicking my tongue thoughtfully
Against the tiny shelf
Of my mouth
The tip touches a part that is
Swollen, uneven
A half healed cut, hidden
within the crevice of my gums
And I wonder why an
Open wound
Tastes like
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