Bitter aftertaste

Bitter aftertaste

21 September 2018

 

Within my bosom

Ice clad features of sorrow

Melt down in habit

 

Whispers of monsoon

Rain down from shuttered eyelids

Illusion skin deep

 

Fed equal measures

Teaspoon of liquid honey

Bitter aftertaste

 

Reading of the poem: 

Smother – Daughter