A Collection

I Snack On Sour Moods

A hollow echo of pleasure

Resonates within my chest

When I taste another's

Tears

A spatter of happiness

Spreads and ebbs between my temples

At the sight of a second

Scowl

A sick and sticky giddiness

Blisters in my throat

To the sound of her

Dysphoria

A slow swell of felicity

Caresses my nose

The foul scent of his abhorrence

A thick cloud of

        something wicked

Settles on my skin

When melancholy hangs so thick

I could touch it with my fingers