Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.

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Alphabetic breasts

Posted by kacperniburski ⋅ January 4, 2015 ⋅ Leave a comment

Filed Under breast, poem, poetry

She ripped my tongue out

The moment I spoke

And hung it

On a string

Thin as dental floss

In between alphabetic breasts

Whose white lips

Mouthed the letter Y,

Which was, after all,

The only word I could say

While she walked away

With my voice.

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