breathe in those cyanide day dreams.
the ones you would plot whilst pretending to love me.
breathe in
breathe out
breathe in.
but
oh!
that acidic tightening i could taste but one that i felt even more so in the shallows of my lungs.
that tart cherry i ate so willingly was more sour than sweet
and the knot i tied with the stem is yet to break.
though, it was softened by your tongue meaning there's only a matter of time before it falls apart.
