The taste of brown

If you could taste my sorrow
If you could taste my pain
If you could taste my hopes and dreams swirling down the drain
You would know the taste of brown
And the fuzzy taste of mildew
You would know the taste of someone's heart that has just been run through
If you could dip your fingers 
In the jelly of my mind
You would know the feeling of perpetually falling behind
If you could sip a spoonful
Of the soup that I've become
You'd taste on your eyeteeth the greenish film of pond scum
If you were forced to gulp down maggots
And sip six dollar wine
And slurp down chicken nuggets that were pickling in brine
You'd know the way my mind work
It wouldn't have been a waste
If you ate all that because
Then you'd know how I'd taste


 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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