Not Worth ItA Poem by wlittle words
A burning sensation in my nose builds
as my eyes start to itch incessantly forming tiny drops of salt water coalescing into pools of tears that burst forth and pour out flowing down the bridge of my nose dripping into the cleft above my lip mixing with the mucus that has escaped, sliding over my swollen, blistered lips combining with saliva, turning into drool, leaking down my chin, onto my shirt, making a mess, just because you said, I wasn't worth it. © 2012 wFeatured Review
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