You tell me,
“The water tastes like sewage.”
I just poured a fresh glass.
You tell me,
My head on your tummy feels like a cannonball.
My touch is light.
You tell me,
My hands are soothing like a mug of hot coffee.
I massage the death out of your fingers.
The ground is your blanket now
I am cold without you
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C. Kohrs is a Creative Writing Graduate from the University of Cincinnati. Her works can be found in Ohio Bards 2023 and 2024 additions and in Folkway's Press's "Right to Life" anthology.
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