Memories of you
smell sweet like rotten fruit
my mouth water
and my stomach turn in convulsion

This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to http://danielworthart.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-ripe-and-one-rotten-apple.html
Memories of you
smell sweet like rotten fruit
my mouth water
and my stomach turn in convulsion
This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to http://danielworthart.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-ripe-and-one-rotten-apple.html
Ugh, I know exactly how this feels. Wonderfully expressed.
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Thanks so much Fountains, I appreciate it. Yes, far from pleasant :´-S
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Delightfully disgusting. “You” sounds like such a “sweet” person. Excellently written.
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Delightfully Disgusting, exactemento Joel! Hurt is proportional to love I think, and sometimes hurt can be so bad that it backward-acts, memories becoming bitter sweet, and even poisonous if one cannot let go of that which is lost. It is a struggle, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate seeing that people out there understand and empathize with this. Thanks very much for reading and commenting 🙂
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love this one…
very brilliant and powerful.
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thanks so much Jingle, I really appreciate your kind words 🙂
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I love this especially that opening line, beautifully done!
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Thanks so much mindlovemisery 🙂
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totally identify. (unfortunately) but u tell it so beautifully….
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Thanks you Templeton´s fury. Just read your Nighttime and I feel moved in recognition. You write beautifully, and I really appreciate you sharing your work.
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Classic, using the picture is fine.
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Cheers Daniel 🙂
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