The Healer

October 11, 2017
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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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