Your words are warm stone
They smell of sugared sewage
They sound like blooming flowers from persistent weeds
They look like peaceful lies
They taste like wild-berry liquor
They feel like all the safety I want
And all the pain I don’t
Paper Moments & Broken Lines
They smell of sugared sewage…wow
Thank you. Sometimes the sweetest words are hiding the darkest truths.
This is so lovely… And like @wordsthatetch said, very powerful.
powerful piece…
Thank you!