you might as well
asked me to drink
bleach through a straw,
boiling to a point where
i could smell the sharpness
like a needle through my nose
and when girls say they
tried to drink men away, i
laugh at them
because yellow teeth
and lemonade
from the sourest of lemons,
squeezed and strained through a
sugared cloth by the hands of
your mother's mother
still tastes like ****
sour as it may be
life is nothing more
than an endless
under-sink
cabinet
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
you might as well
asked me to drink
bleach through a straw,
boiling to a point where
i could smell the sharpness
like a needle through my nose
and when girls say they
tried to drink men away, i
laugh at them
because yellow teeth
and lemonade
from the sourest of lemons,
squeezed and strained through a
sugared cloth by the hands of
your mother's mother
still tastes like ****
sour as it may be
life is nothing more
than an endless
under-sink
cabinet
