Cycles

22.7.2025!

Cycles

The salted caramel air,

sickly sweet on the tongue

Lift the rocks that you bear

as you inhale them into your lungs.

There’s watermelon, too, painted chemically red.

You wouldn’t know what to do; without it, you aren’t fed.

The hunger in you grows for this candied sucker,

And you start to doze off in the sickening wine.

And sometimes you wonder what normalcy feels like,

But it isn’t long until you pick up the small case,

And feel the horribly light sugariness

on your tongue

As you lose

yourself

from

reality.

Author's Note

written: July 2025