Monday, August 29, 2011

Poem: I Taste Pain

Similar to
the coppery
of blood, it
has a kind
of sweetness
like that of
rye bread that's
just sitting
in my mouth.

The pain's taste
and leaves an
imprint in
my hazed mind
like a fresh
tattoo of
on my tongue.

leaves this taste
in my mouth
no matter
what how I
rinse my mouth
to wash it
away or
cleanse the taint
from my life.

~G. Rautman
Aug 24, 2011

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