The Nerve
There’s a spot
On my lips
That buzzes
Like it’s trying
To tell me
Something
Or is it bound
To split my mouth
And make
The contents
Of my gut
Spill out
-me


There’s a spot
On my lips
That buzzes
Like it’s trying
To tell me
Something
Or is it bound
To split my mouth
And make
The contents
Of my gut
Spill out
-me

~ by April on August 3, 2025.
Posted in Body, Identity, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Ache, Body, Gut, Poetry, Silence, Speak, Spill, Stomach, Writing
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