Spilled Milk – A Poem by Me
This piece has been pulled over from my secondary, private blog and edited for Leah Suzette Creative Studio.
Teeth,
Clenched.
Guts are
Burning acid
Through my flesh
And my bones,
Well they’re
Just fine;
But my eyes
Cannot see
For the salt
And swelling
Of hope
Shattered
All over the kitchen
Floor and
Counter
Tops.
