Senses - Poem by Ceres Arietis
It tastes like salty tears,
And smells like mucus clogging.
It feels like drowning,
And sounds like midnight sobbing;
It looks - like puffy eyes.
It tastes like regrets,
And smells like failure.
It feels like being torn apart, inside out,
And sounds like screaming into a pillow;
It looks - like dwelling…on yesterday.
It tastes like overeating,
And smells like vomiting it back up.
It feels like nobody cares,
And sounds like nobody does;
It looks - like those corrupted, yellow teeth.
It tastes like a need for pain and control,
And smells like that familiar irony musk.
It feels like cold metal gliding,
And sounds like a slow, thick dripping;
It looks - like cut flesh and pools of blood.
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