Dry
like the thick tangle of a noose
Dry
like the rain in reverse
Dry
like a bone cocktail
Dry
like my smile when I'm trying to seem sincere
Dry
like masturbation on a Sunday afternoon
Dry
like my throat when I said what I had to say
Dry
like a prayer from a rich girl
Dry
like religion about to catch fire
Dry
like the skin I had to shed to go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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