that time of year
when lips get chapped
I stretch them taunt
so the skin rips apart
finally giving way
to flaps
that can be painfully torn away
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
December 20, 2008 in A Happy Poem, About me, Not about him, Poem | Tags: chapped lips, winter
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December 23, 2008 at 11:56 am
poeticgrin
Warm, fuzzy, painful.
Interesting cocktail.