The Healer

October 11, 2017
By BlondePoet GOLD, Columbia Heights, Minnesota
BlondePoet GOLD, Columbia Heights, Minnesota
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Lavender-scented

words drip from his lips like warm

honey, descending

 

into the kettle

of aqueous anguish lodged

within my ribcage.

 

Somewhere between my

failing heart and compromised

lungs, tempestuous

 

wellwater transforms

into sweetened tea. His tongue

provides remedies.



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