Tastes like new paint

look inside my damp and foggy throat clogged, heavy, and low 
inside im dripping goo, slop, and murky iridescent waters 
and my walls, touch them, slipping and smooth 
how long its been this way..

my mouth smells like a hospital, people died in there 
my mouth has rejected a thousand featureless ones,
pressed into a thousand lifeless pink tulips and daisies with a crushing and skilled 
disinterest  
it spits and sputters murdered petals that hit the ground like burnt autumn leaves 

look here, my dry and white ashed chlorine pump cycles the 
salted navy water storming in my chest 

feel my clammy hands and how they shake for you 
my mouth a sunny grave for you; how badly it aches for your roses 
and how my blushing throat tries trembling words for you 
my open and bleeding heart pathetically and publicly spills for you 

how weighted and unbearable my hand right there, right there 
how heated and glowing your hand....right there..right there..

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