The ascerbic taste of a barbed heart being suffocated causes the mind to fill with vitriolic thoughts. Lingering in the air, the scent of venomous emotions cover the face with creases of pain and regret. Torture is present, the reluctant acceptance of releasing grip and…
Pulse quickening, heart racing. Did this actually happen, did we actually talk about this? The opening of the soul, the creation of vulnerability, it all just seemed to happen. But it was relaxed, natural. So effortless was the conversation, not once did either hesitate or…
Like arsenic coursing through veins, the bitter taste of lost affection meanders the soul. The taste of a caustic apple coaxes the mind to regain focus, to regain purpose. To start a’fresh, to find youthful innocence and lustful vigour… …to breathe the bark of a…
