there was gasp
in pause.
wound up
tightly
mulled-
gnawed.
while tongue
dripped,
dull,
weak
and
numb
in restless
throb.
I meant to-
I did
but jaw
ceased to exist
and throat
so
raw
that lips
lay parallel
and
did not much-
not much
but gape,
and
lament,
silent-
in awe.
– Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
Wow! Great poem…Thanks for sharing!
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Love this!!
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Whew! Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Hesitant to comment on this one. I guess I could just say great poem, thanks for sharing and love this. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
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hahahahahahhaha, I’m dying of laughter at work. HESITANT!? Noooo! I’m glad you enjoyed it, I think?
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Ah, youth.
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haha you know I’m almost 30, right? I just LOOK like a teenager.
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Wow!!!! Stellar!!! I always wondered if there were words to describe the first time I saw Prince. Just flawless. Thank you for sharing this amazing piece of literary gold. 🌟
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haha thank you, I was named after a Prince song! I love Prince. I’m sure he’d leave me awestruck too. 😉
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Nice work!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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