lips and roaches

Poetry, Strange

Your lips
are the rim of an aqua coffee mug
crawled on by roaches
I would never dare let mine touch again.

Yet your voice
is the sound of an expensive violin
stroked by a fine bow
I loathe how it could still disrupt my ground.

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3 thoughts on “lips and roaches

    1. It is and it did happen (the roach on the mug), I just thought what if your partner cheated and kissed someone else? It would be that feeling I guess. Thank you!

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