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Caught Me With Vinegar

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When I think of you, I think of spring.
It's never cold enough to snow, never warm enough for bare legs.
I'm in a constant state of goose skin, wanting to shiver
but having to force it.
My lips are always chapped,
my teeth won't let them heal.

I think of being hungry and forgetting how that feels.
Nothing passes my lips, nothing tempts my tongue.
My stomach is silent, my energy stored.
I am still and patient,
my limbs tense and secure.
Without much effort, denying is easier
when you deny me so easily.

I think couches and basements, I think
maybe I have no taste for honey for a reason.
Something about vinegar keeps my attention;
I'm wrapped up in it,
content as it keeps me working,
content with its reliant sting.
National Poetry Month 2013.

This is something I'm not good at letting go. I am not good at letting go of people, of moving on, of letting what's unsightly live under a rug without peeking to see it again and again.
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