8.21.2023
Savory
Bitter.
Sweet.
Sour.
It’s all a mood.
Sugar.
Flour.
Salt.
So many things to do.
It lingers,
Upon trembling tongue,
Teeth bloody.
Can you taste it yet?
My stomach,
Growling,
Emptiness.
Lips stung with the threat.
It is dark.
It is complex.
Savory is the heart.
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