Sugar has grown on me,
what once sat untouched in delicate china, is now heaped
spoonful after spoonful,
into my tea
the sticky poison clamping
my tongue to the roof of
my mouth
why?
I guess I stopped feeling 'sweet enough', I felt like I'd lost my audience, who would clammer and chant my name until
nothing
silence piercing my ears with needles, where the **** were the cheers? The applause?
I am a broken bird, fallen from my perch to the dusty floor of my cage. I utter not the slightest moan,
sugar,
I crave.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Sugar has grown on me,
what once sat untouched in delicate china, is now heaped
spoonful after spoonful,
into my tea
the sticky poison clamping
my tongue to the roof of
my mouth
why?
I guess I stopped feeling 'sweet enough', I felt like I'd lost my audience, who would clammer and chant my name until
nothing
silence piercing my ears with needles, where the **** were the cheers? The applause?
I am a broken bird, fallen from my perch to the dusty floor of my cage. I utter not the slightest moan,
sugar,
I crave.
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