Synesthesia

When someone won’t f*** off and leave you alone

Some smells linger

Tongue, tannins taste

spittle

distills on envies embers

 

Petra fryed.

Scrape pride’s cake crust crevice

service platter fly

cargo my dessicate,

please quench young fire

  • Author: music, waves (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2017 10:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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