Fruit Punch Mouth

These belongings fall
loose, left, and lonely
broken necklaces
dialysis tubes
handwritten notes

From a lady stuck
hiding herself behind
false faces, divided

She’s a mother’s
milk maiden
She’s broken by
father’s disease

An invisible stain
reins her chain
reactions

Raspberry punch,
hiding rum shots,
swallowed quickly

Lying to cover
deceptions spurred
by habitual actions,
so long ingrained

Rosy fruit lips,
her visible tell,
showing long after
her glass is rinsed

She’s always putting
things away for good,
only to see them
exposed again

Trying to manage
subatomic details,
sunlit dust clouds,
without rifting her
past mesh of stories

Late winter icicles
suspended neatly under
white farmhouse eaves
break away easily
but onlookers don’t
aways see why

If nature rained
raspberry juice,
icicles would have
fruit punch mouth,
showing all the hidden
damage

And the reasons for
their falling

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8 thoughts on “Fruit Punch Mouth

      1. ‘If nature rained
        raspberry juice,
        icicles would have
        fruit punch mouth,
        showing all the hidden
        damage

        And the reasons for
        their falling’

        last verse pulls it together nicely. a sad tale but very true in many lives. skillfully mastered. enjoyed it very much!

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