A Struggle to Confess
The first time I tried tospit the words out-like theblood dripping from my mouth-I couldn't. The saltstuck between teeth and gums as syllables bit into my mouthLike thorns. "Sweetheart,sweetie, I'm confused,"and I think I like your friendbut it's far too soon to introduceanother friend-grouprelationship when his EX is r i g h t t h e r e.And darling, it burns theback of my throat likea strang...