Do you remember how we used to savour the pins and needles on our tongues?

Do you remember how we used to bite into bitterness?

lick the spit of life

I was turned on by brokenness

maybe it’s cliche

that I craved pain

swallowing broken bottles

it's lined my pockets

it's swollen my stomach

Do you remember when we saw ‘sad’ as just another crayon

to colour ourselves in with?

- Embrace and satiate -

at some point I woke up and left that in my sleep

I yawned, and it was swallowed

I blinked, and it had passed

pain is no longer an art

the canvas has crumpled

Pain is a ghost

it is a stalker with an obsession

it is the foot steps behind me

It is the moaning from the crevices of the walls

It is the monster under the bed while I sleep

It frames the sunlight which emerges through my windows in the mornings

It is every shadow I cast when I step outside

It whispers through my smile and curls around my tongue

but I have lost the appetite

it is an acquired taste

I want to put down my plate

I want to turn away

 

My lips strained on a straw; I drained what I could out of depression,

I Got on my knees and wiped up every wasted tear with my paws,

Sucked on each finger and smacked my lips,

The cup is empty.