BLOOM

sweet

and so you taste the sweet words that slip out their tongue in your mouth, and you let the sugar sit between the cracks of your teeth until it singes your mouth with rot and ruin

you be (careful) to tell them, that the next time their words french kiss your lips, it should taste like taking honey by the spoonful and so you let them speak and speak and speak until an ache blossoms in your jaw and before you know it
your whole mouth is soiled with wilted petals and every time you try to speak you choke on your blood.

and let this be the last damned time you let someone sweet talk you, because even salt can be mistaken for sugar.