The sweet taste on my tongue.
Not a pleasant sweetness.
A painful taste that poisons my brain.
Rotting away,
Makes me nauseous.
Disgusted by the choice of the drink,
That led to this turn of events,
How to rinse the mouth of this nastiness,
It spreads and won't leave me alone.
How to be rid of this disgust, this disdain,
It sounds as if it's something else.
But this is all from a drink.
Maybe it's something more.
How to write to stay in the moment, when it's the thoughts that give us poetry? Difficult. I think so. Thinking... maybe that's the poison. Interesting...
I'm learning.
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