Every time I think I've escaped,
It's triumph and bittersweet
figs
I don't enjoy the taste
but I've grown accustomed
to holding my breath and swallowing
but the aftermath is
so strong
it burns down my throat
and it leaves a hole
one that grows
and continues to
even after it's been digested
i can't swallow anymore
my lungs fill up
and I feel like I'm drowning
but I can't stop drinking
I can't stop thinking
about you.
In my mind there is torrential downpour
sorrow and empty fields
whispers of maybes
and overripe fruit
I wish it hadn't ended
in a way outside my mind
I wish I still starved myself for your affection
I wish my hunger was obsequiated
in your love
and touch
and presence.
You're gone
but you echo through every corner of my soul.
There you'll lie
even if the rest of your legacies are for naught.
Please,
stay there.
A skeleton so sweet
with decomposing flesh I
cannot find it in me to let go of.
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 3:31 PM UTC
Every time I think I've escaped,
It's triumph and bittersweet
figs
I don't enjoy the taste
but I've grown accustomed
to holding my breath and swallowing
but the aftermath is
so strong
it burns down my throat
and it leaves a hole
one that grows
and continues to
even after it's been digested
i can't swallow anymore
my lungs fill up
and I feel like I'm drowning
but I can't stop drinking
I can't stop thinking
about you.
In my mind there is torrential downpour
sorrow and empty fields
whispers of maybes
and overripe fruit
I wish it hadn't ended
in a way outside my mind
I wish I still starved myself for your affection
I wish my hunger was obsequiated
in your love
and touch
and presence.
You're gone
but you echo through every corner of my soul.
There you'll lie
even if the rest of your legacies are for naught.
Please,
stay there.
A skeleton so sweet
with decomposing flesh I
cannot find it in me to let go of.
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