Liquid Memory
1 min readDec 3, 2020
It runs through my fingers.
Liquid memory of yesterday.
It tastes like forbidden love.
It tastes just like heaven.
The clouds are opening now
No more bitter tears left to cry.
The wounds are starting to heal.
The ragging storm is calming down.
It runs through my fingers.
Liquid memory of yesterday.
It pierces my brain sweetly.
