Broken Parts
I think about my chipped tooth and the way you shook your hand after throwing the punch
Blood dripping from your knuckles and down your fingers
It splattered against the asphalt
Crimson mixed with salvia as I spat the words you made me eat back out
Metallic and salt taste a lot like shame and guilt
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand
you wrapped your hand in an old t shirt
I find myself still running my tongue over the chipped tooth
no longer sharp and jagged
now a smooth indention
A piece of me changed by you
You took so much
And left nothing but broken parts
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“Metallic and salt taste a lot like shame and guilt” is such a good line!
I hate that you’ve experienced something I can relate to, but it was comforting in an odd way all the same.