Tonight's Poet Corner: Tremors

Tremors
by Belinda Roddie

Mother held me
as the pain rippled
through my jaw
and down my throat

down
into the chasm
of acidic angst
and regurgitated
regret and more
alliterative agony
waiting on
the back of my tongue

Mother held me
stroked my hair
pressured licorice
lips on whipped cream
skin, and suddenly,
everything tasted
sweet

for just
a moment
until the throbbing
started again
and she held me
through the earthquake
confined to my bones



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