There is the hollow taste at the back of my tongue
centered with bitterness
the taste of cigarettes and a long gone pain
revisiting like the after-
taste of pepsi
minus the sweetness/add the tendency to
dry up the length of your throat like
a gasp of fresh anger.
It is a song I can't erase from
because the lines are punched in like
memories of a story I tried to end
but ran out of strength to
along the way so I
let it be with a trail of ink and
torn out pages of a once favourite chapter,
things I pray will fade
things I know will never
fade, eventually.
And I taste the chill of
a restrained tear on the
graze of my cheek
like the finality of what I have once again become.
Weak.
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