Apology

October 26, 2017

As words hurrtumble from my mouth I

wish I could whisper them back keep

them behind my tooth fence guard them

with my sharp pink tongue.

I look into your water eyes try to swallow this ocean of silence.

I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.

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