Rush of the Brain Mouth

[Laura]

a/n: this might be difficult to understand as broken love ... but it is. No tabs

Rush of the Brain Mouth

I don't want to take this swallowing lightly
just twinkling on your tongue sparking the taste buds
the sour ones that linger
and I'd be hanging off your uvula like a monkey
but you would never shoot me down with a shot of rum
or any kind of liquor that would drown me
in the tunnel of your throat . . .

where I would end up
stomach lice.
abnormal timing
with a touch of lemon
I would squint your eyes from the in
side.

a larynx, spotted like a cheetah
just floating down a watery trachea
into your stomach.

I remember meeting you wearing green and purple
shaded your eyelashes to match your hat
it looked almost like Christmas without the lights
strung across your neck like a tie
or a noose
get up and show those feet off
let your toenails scratch the surface of this table
peel precision into the wood

spell out your hunger

I don't like where this is going
the way you lick your lips
the sweat forming like tiny mud puddles at the pond
your neck aching from staring
my eyes are as green as yours

the way you look
the way you are
no longer will I sit here and run
just get up and jump

grip my fingertips into your tongue
rope my arms around your vox

watch me fall
watch me float

right down...

a larynx, spotted like a cheetah
just floating down a watery trachea
into your stomach.

where the acid fights the victim of your hunger
I was here before I feel
swimming up to the only exit I know

your mouth.

and where will I end up
as you spit me out?

[thecrazybeautiful]

I really like the beginning of this. The mention of sour taste buds, I dunno there's something about it.

"it looked almost like Christmas without the lights
strung across your neck like a tie
or a noose"

I like that as well, how you're talking about something happy like chirstmas, and then changing the mood with the noose line.

"into your stomach.

where the acid fights the victim of your hunger"

That made me shiver. The words stomach and acid just made me think of the movie Saw when the guy had to get through the wire and they found his stomach acid on the floor. It's kinda disturbing, but I don't think you intended that image, heh.

To me, this seemed like you were going back and forth between these happy thoughts, and these sad thoughts, about the same thing. Like how one thing can make you happy and sad all at once. I was actually thinking about writing something to that effect...