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Teabags


Sweat, blood, and tears,

struggle into the void of disquiet

where nothing gets done.

My forehead misty with fear,

the black, red, and blue painted over pale

the wreckage is breathing.

Empty conversations, eyes diverted

hands locked.

The lungs are teabags,

soaked and used,

until they are flavourless.

 

Kate Gough is a Calgary based poet and a member of the online poetry community. Her work deals with the modernizing of romantic literary sensibilities and the exploration of trauma.

#sweat #blood #tears #fear #lungs #nothing

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