The bitter taste
that brings back greasy dread
and aching everything.
limbs that fall shaky
with your bitter taste.
*nuzzling coarse whiskers upon my panes.
with your bitter memory,
nestling coarse whicker inside my brain*
I can feel all that I believed.
when the back of my arm
rubs this stain from my red and smacking maw
it's in my skin.
it is my skin.
biting black. cutting coffee.
dripping, tearing down my throat
sanding off my lips with coffee grounds.
And all this for a warm belly
that can heat only my flesh.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
The bitter taste
that brings back greasy dread
and aching everything.
limbs that fall shaky
with your bitter taste.
*nuzzling coarse whiskers upon my panes.
with your bitter memory,
nestling coarse whicker inside my brain*
I can feel all that I believed.
when the back of my arm
rubs this stain from my red and smacking maw
it's in my skin.
it is my skin.
biting black. cutting coffee.
dripping, tearing down my throat
sanding off my lips with coffee grounds.
And all this for a warm belly
that can heat only my flesh.
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