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Hard to Swallow

Finding comfort at the bottom of a glass

By Elly MaePublished 3 months ago 1 min read

How coarse is the world

How rough are the people in it

But how smooth is the liquor that coats my throat

How crumpled is the money left in my pocket

How sharp are my family’s tongues

But how smooth is this amber liquid

How my eyes prickle when my friends turn away

How jagged are my own inner thoughts

But how smooth is the feeling running through me

How barbed is the body I’ll never obtain

How splintered is the soul that will never again be one

But how smooth is the bliss that becomes me

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    The world is a very rough place and there's only one smooth solace. Loved your poem!

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