‘Tamago Roll’

so it is thumb tacks in your throat.

barely could breathe already

but now it’s severance

and cold, hungry rage.


all these falsehoods?

a spoken word is strong

against a wavering heart,


I am not worth even that

am I?


how your tongue tastes:


coating every syllable you drawl

in neutrality and indifference,

and how could you forget?

he’ll never love you.

he never did.

but I did.

foolish of me,

in the end.




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