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I wrote this poem a year ago. It's about the experience when you enter a new relationship, where honied smiles feel like salt on the wound, congratulations feel like curses, and invitations to reminisce feel like a trap. "Afterthought" is about what it means when the past comes back to haunt you, even in moments of new joy.
As though they caught the scent of death, The vultures of relationships past descend; one by one to offer heartfelt Congratulations on my happy coupling. You look positively Radiant Glowing Abundant - as if you’re about to burst- Can’t we have just one more Bite of you?
By Emily ErgenbrightI wrote this poem a year ago. It's about the experience when you enter a new relationship, where honied smiles feel like salt on the wound, congratulations feel like curses, and invitations to reminisce feel like a trap. "Afterthought" is about what it means when the past comes back to haunt you, even in moments of new joy.
As though they caught the scent of death, The vultures of relationships past descend; one by one to offer heartfelt Congratulations on my happy coupling. You look positively Radiant Glowing Abundant - as if you’re about to burst- Can’t we have just one more Bite of you?