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
