tasting midnight
i can still taste you
between my teeth,
your skin the consistency
of rotting flesh.
i gagged on you this morning
when i brushed my teeth,
swallowed the chunks in my throat
just like i swallowed you.
and i can tell no one
what you did at midnight
because you've become something
that no one can understand.
even i am a stranger
to the wires in your mind.
even as i choked on you,
i could not taste
your motivations.
you've become
just another midnight confession,
another secret screamed at the night sky
in desperation.
impossible to vocalize,
yet impossible to swallow,
you linger in my mouth
and leave me to wonder
when my tongue
will stop twisting,
writhing with the torturous taste
of midnight,
and i wonder
if you can taste it too
when you look in the mirror
and see darkness
where the stars
should be.