Crash
home tastes like
coffee creamer
with a side of
ninety degree humidity
that curdles my sanity
it sounds like
being seventeen
thinking
I can take a right on red
skidding into
another car
the cop asking me
”are you high?”
I think I might have smiled at that
I just wanted a salad
officer
the fewer calories
the better
emptiness
served up cold
the better
to survive
being someone
I loathe
What emotion?
The emotion I feel oh so often,
It’s so loud, always shouting in my ear.
It’s so rough, like sandpaper on my skin.
It’s so confusing, going every which way at once.
It’s so complicated, having thousands of intricate threads and pieces woven together.
It’s so quiet, whispering the darkest secrets of the world to me.
It’s so hard, both to swallow and to feel.
It’s so predictable, I always know what’s going to happen when I feel it.
It’s so simple, since In the end it’s only thoughts.
I wish I never had to feel it, and I only wish the feeling on the worst of people.
What emotion is it?
feelings
the feeling of warmth and happiness you feel when you see his smile, you feel those emotions again while he walks past you. You cant help but feel your face make a smile and your eyes follow him, your mind, body and soul given to him. The smell of his perfume when he walks by fill up your nose, such a sweet and pleasent smell. You could hear his foot steps slowly fading away as he walks away, to his bride and you stare at him feeling all those emotions again.