Did the burning throat hurt less if it came from alcohol? Or the lies sold like lemonade at garage sales Was the taste of charred rubber and lemon skins Bitter? Or was it sweet like candy Lime and salt held to your lips Like sandpaper on my cheek Did the yellowed skin finally match your drink? Like forbidden camouflage Did the abandonment fill the space And time between liquor store binges? I begged you to take me shopping, the smell of mint and cinnamon covered the vinegar coated breath, but I told you not to go shopping sober when your aggression was stronger than the taste of gasoline
Morgan is a third-year Creative Writing major at Cumberland University. This is the third time her poems have appeared in the Novus Literary Arts Journal. She enjoys writing as it allows her to express the way she sees the world. Her goal in writing is to expose many new perspectives on life’s details. Although she mainly focuses on Poetry, she also dabbles in Photography and Memoir writing.
