Taste
My words fall out of my mouth.
They fall into the boiling soup bowl
beneath my chin.
Taste
teh-ay-st
I lift the wobbling spoon.
My tongue dies
as the little bumps on it
pop, pop, pop.
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My words fall out of my mouth.
They fall into the boiling soup bowl
beneath my chin.
Taste
teh-ay-st
I lift the wobbling spoon.
My tongue dies
as the little bumps on it
pop, pop, pop.
Pretty good! I am a fan