I'm Sorry
- Marlee Porter
- Jan 31, 2024
- 1 min read
When I run out of words to say, I say, i’m sorry
There is a lump that permanently lives in my throat
Welling up to be something great
Getting stuck in the twists of my tongue, waiting for the right moment to pounce
But there is never a good time to shapeshift into a predator
Syncing my teeth into my prey, with confrontation
-Marlee Porter
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