There is a stone I hold beneath my tongue to keep the thirst at bay
It tastes of iron earth and things that were never mine to hold
I spit it into my palm like an apology and begin the slow wander towards water instead.
There is a stone I hold beneath my tongue to keep the thirst at bay
It tastes of iron earth and things that were never mine to hold
I spit it into my palm like an apology and begin the slow wander towards water instead.