Jealousy is
the taste of copper
mixed with
these sharp words.
We live with blades
on the tips
of our tongues.
I lick my lips,
tasting blood
and wonder
what it takes
to soften.
Jealousy is
the taste of copper
mixed with
these sharp words.
We live with blades
on the tips
of our tongues.
I lick my lips,
tasting blood
and wonder
what it takes
to soften.