Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Melancholy

She tasted 
of melancholy 
dripping dangerously 
like acid
from sullen eyes, 
and the salts 
of all her tragedies 
wore deep 
beneath her bones.

There are times when I stayed and I should have left. And there are times when I should have stayed, and still I left. There are times I ove...