my mouth is
bitter
i am ashes and i am dust
of words unsaid
of unfairness
and so much shouting and screaming
is stuck in my mouth
like moth's wings and bones bones bones between my lips
crushed bones and they are mine
my muscles are aching
and my throat is so parched, so parched
but don't you dare get me a drink of water
because i'm addicted to being an addict
and i love my own sorrow.
it makes me feel less alone.
a/n: "addicted to being an addict" is a concept directly stolen from TheBearPianist . Please go remind her of her own genius
