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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I have eaten my fill
of you 
and have developed
an aversion.
You are quite the 
acquired taste:
one that stickily melts 
o'er the taste buds; sweet 
to the palate,
but bitter like absinthe 
in the belly.
My gut wrenches and
my bowels tighten at the very idea
of ingesting more
of you. 
My tongue 
now curses the honeycomb 
once dripped there, and 
my stomach 
won't soon forget the 
stagnant rancor.

Submitted: June 19, 2021

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An invigorating change from Moon and June which oft-adorns this section of the site.

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