citrus

choke; i tried to swallow the hurt with a sparkling citrus lie, espresso bitten with orange zest, ice clinking like distant thunder.

but the taste of you, bitter and bright, burns my throat like a smoke filling my trachea that i can’t forget.

ink trails bloom along my veins, cybersigil scars i carved to rewrite you. glyphs of love and decay etched where your hands once held me vividly scares me. but even the lines hum your ghost, glitching between loss and permanence.

cold; the glass sweats against my fingertips, like the promises we once made slipping through my grasp. empty nights stretch like mattresses abandoned, each constellation twisting into your face, every star a pinprick reminder that we once burned, and how we fell, now not as a pair. 

taste; you linger in the acid on my tongue, a cruel melody that refuses to fade. i drink to forget the embers, but the fizz only cracks the silence, and your memory bleeds through; sharp, electric blue, unforgiving.

my, how you look the same in every fractured reflection, even mine. 

my, how i wished to love the aftertaste, 

but all i feel is ash.

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22nd jan ‘25