my lungs filter the words that my mouth wants to speak
they dissolve like sugar on my tongue
once held by strings and longing to be free
an addict still craving to be drunk
held to a standard that was never my own
broken promises bleed leaving wounds
reaping a harvest from seeds left unsewn
reviving bones as I rise from this tomb
venom flows freely like smoke from his mouth
hiding the truth of what lies beneath
stirring up questions of undisclosed doubt
like the promises left stuck, in his teeth
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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