Lemon Salt

Down, Poetry

Seeing my trash can will bring us together,

You don’t think I ever feel wrong,

Tears smearing, sorry for fucking up, ink,

Broken razors, blades exposed,

Before I discovered a different way to deal with imperfections,

Scars aren’t always lessons, never changes these roots,

Fear ripping up carpet scared of responsibility,

Fear couldn’t breathe.

Published by Edmond

Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be reached at: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com

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