Soup Du Jour
27 April, 2004
Author: Stacy
as I walk.
worm soup mashed between the teeth of my shoes.
of my mouth.
gritty, thick, bland -- I choke.
blackened rifts of saliva casting clouds over these pearly whites.
charcoal tongue, oral mucus seeping, reeking, weeping: tears of revulsion.
as I walk.
the sidewalks of my mind.
as I walk.
on this lonely, rainy night within.
as I walk.
without.
love soup mashed between the teeth of my shoes.
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