The Wait

pg 3

{aftertaste}

i can taste the regret

my lips are gapped open, i can taste blood dripping from them

it gets in my mouth

i choke

i can taste the smoke

contaminating my lungs

clogging and damaging

but somehow its more satisfying from where i started

we put poison to our mouths

and set it on fire

just to watch it burn

and it burns bright with passion and harm

red

red dances within the flame

we watch it with list in our eyes

oh how we were intrigued

but now we just taste the decay

it lingers

and builds up

it turns to ashes