Bound
I place your words in my mouth
roll them around with my tongue
trying to taste each syllable
Savor each flavor
like a perfectly grilled steak
They fill up my cup with trust
I run my fingertips over each letter's curve
Undressing them with my eyes
and suck the life out of them
They stoke the fire within me
Bring me back to life
Break though my pain
Make me feel I might love again
And right before I fling off
the casket lid
the smell of my rotting flesh
reminds me that
I am being mauled by lies.
poem by Sara Fielder
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