Poor Taste

Syrupy sweet like the juice of a fruit,
Your words drip, heavy, resolute.
You lean in closer, and I taste the deceit
Thinly disguised by charm and wit. You don’t miss a beat.
There is no substitute for the joy of the pursuit.


– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 41: Taste. Photo by Roderick Eime. “Poor Taste” won 1st place in this contest.

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Author: LearaWrites

I am a stay-at-home mama, a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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