Spoon blood and bone into my mouth
then tell me you won't pay for the teeth I broke
when you told me to bite down.
I've been spitting into the sink for hours now;
way down deep, I know this is wrong
but the songs on your playlist mock me
tell me to shut up and swallow my bilious pride
so I choke and ask permission not to die.
We were told when we were young
that silly adage about tender words to eat
but you never heeded Mother's words,
that's why she pushed into the coffee table
while I always got lunch dates and secret gifts.
It' been a long time since i've seen you cry
but I wrung out your pillowcases
and instead of missing you
I'm dreading doing my chores tonight.
" Make your words tender and sweet for tomorrow you may have to eat them "
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