Porcelain (& down the rabbit hole I go)
by maria-cordero
The sweet taste of hope
The spicy taste of thrill
The bitter taste of reject
The sour taste of neglect
You learn to love the taste of bile
Everything comes up
But you keep it in
Everytime. The pain almost hurts more
Swallow.
Swallow
Swallow.
You learn to hate the taste of blood
Tongue in pieces
Soul is shattered
You can't find the words for how
empty & small
You've always felt inside
So you shape. The physical
To become the emotional
Maybe you'll find the words if you can visualize
Maybe if I see
I can understand
why
I feel so
Impractical & Frail
inside