- Yaira Ebanks
- Apr 19, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 12, 2024
your tears tickle my cheeks
dripping remorse and fear
salty and sweet
I savor the taste
flowing to the corners of my mouth
I lick my lips
you frown
I smile
tables turned
all
the way around
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