Poetry · volume 1
Crunchy
Fickle, fleetingI see you deepest when I’m desperate,Another bout of insanity I chewed you upHunched over a porcelain bowlVomitingYou spit me outYou don’t like the taste of autonomy Give me your breathI need it because mine is missingI’m stuck in your throatChoking youYou’re grabbing at nothingWe’re sick again aren’t we?