21.01.22
10:15
Does it crack and click against your pearl perfect teeth like that tongue piercing your mother never let you get? Like hard candy from a grandmother's purse, and you know you shouldn't but you just can't resist the urge to crunch, to crush, to pulverize, and taste the pointy peppermint pieces? Does it tickle that taste bud right on the tip of your tongue that makes the whole mouth pucker, like lemons and Warheads and too much salt scraping skin from the rooftop? Does it coat your throat like a lozenge when you remember the nights I sang softly to you and only to you? Does it taste like your last meal? Like that death row decadence you're only allowed to choose when you know the end is near?
Because it should. And if it doesn't...
Don't fucking say it.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
