Tag: cynicism

  • anuthanote

    My name lingers
    around crevices
    of your teeth.
    The gaps, where soap
    slides
    and slips
    uselessly, remember
    charcoal rubbings
    impressed on dark corners
    of my face. 
    Acid builds
    when you’d rather sleep.
    Some call that heartburn
    for how little you mean
    to them -
    heartache -
    I had hoped.