The tear
globulus
as it winds its way down
to the lips
tastes of regret
On the tongue
it grows
bitter
In the esophagus
it burns
By the time
it reaches the
stomach
it has been neutralized
Tru Dillon
This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Human Nature

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