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{Poetry} More Sadly Sane
Literature, PoetryBy A.J. Huffman
I wish my mouth was missing.
Or locked.
Like a gate
to the hell it creates.
Fires
like tidal waves
fly from my tongue.
Burning everything
I hope to touch.
And while the ashes are beautiful,
they dissolve against my skin.
Lingering.
Like another layer
of useless desire.