The need suffocates my tongue like little killers
pressing pillows on the mouths of my taste buds.
It's filling the empty corners between my teeth,
securing my jaw in place, wires holding up my lips.
The words are solidified within it, stuck, rocks on a riverbed.
You ask me, but I can't tell you,
I crave you.
Are you fucking serious, FA.
If you don't have anything nice to say
there's a back button.
Text written by the very talented ncpollyca<3