Day 3
So here, hold the eye of adversity.
Turn away from that festering buzz.
Permit this whisper of defiance
to dispel a dark mythology.
Elicit a thaw.
Salt the earth where sharpened teeth grow.
Sooth and kiss that which has been stung.
Speak soft. It's okay to serenade oneself.
That you might, through some small kindness,
open the mind to reciprocation.
Perhaps in a glance
or the thighs of another.
And trace, along a lover's jaw
that line which ends
in a smile.
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