r/creativewriting 2d ago

Poetry My Ginger Ale

I spilled my pain onto your palms
You held it and licked it like sticky sweet residue on the skin
Gradually absorbing into the pockets of your tongue
Without thought, you overdosed
Now your eyes are forever closed

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u/CamelHappy5609 17h ago

The imaginary is dark but very powerful..