I’ve got balls of cotton in my mouth
To collect the blood that pools at the back of my throat;
I’m surprised I haven’t choked on it yet.
Every time you blight me,
My mouth starts to bleed from the corners of my lips.
My tongue starts to leak as well.
It is like the place where sweet words once fell out and splattered onto surfaces
Is starting to rot into a state of necrosis…
Like the death of your mind
And the sad sad damage of your crevassed heart.
Sugar crystals used to coat my lips,
And I used to salivate the sweetest syrup,
But now when I feel your name on my lips and my chewed-up tongue,
My mouth aches like a pressure sore.
I don’t like feeling like this, and I wish I could just forgive you (correction: forgive ME),
So I can stop bleeding from my mouth for just a second.
Maybe one day I will be the bigger person.
*** At whom are you aiming this particular batch of vitriol this day, Sweet Bottom? ***
*** This is dedicated to a composite of all of the assholes and narcissists by whom I have had the supreme privilege of being blighted, rejected, disappointed or abandonned. If not for them, I never would have discovered my own magnificence. ***