His mouth opens
closes
I am reminded of a fish
I take his words
that push away from teeth
and tongue
slow slimy syllables
that drop
like shit into my hands
I nod, yes, yes
you sonofabitch
his eyes bulge
in apology,
but he is a fish again
a gray fat carp
full of river sludge
there is nothing he says
that will ever
touch my soul.

Your alliteration was subtle but noticeable enough to be liked and appreciated. Short but powerful. Thanks so much for entering 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem. Love, Lane





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Meg~


















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