Winter Is On My Tongue

broken heart hanging on wire

Winter is on my tongue

Summer’s in my heart

It’s been six days since we’ve grown apart.

You warned me of signs

I didn’t believe

Now I sit, disembodied as I grieve

One day I won’t hurt so

Your empty closets I venture to and fro

shall not carry secrets

hidden like a pro.

Winter’s on my tongue

and my words should leave a spark

twisting the dull knife for which you laid a mark.

 – Latanya M. Ivey ©2019

Author: Crafty Scribbles

Lover of Words. Mother. Teacher. Traveler. Writer. Bionic woman against ignorance. Finding the balance between words and reality. M.Ed. built to school you.

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