#bitter
Karen… vete a tomar por el culo
dappled sunlight dances through my front door
it’s so brightly colored i falter
in my steps towards the kitchen
the door is wide open even if i remember
slamming it shut just the day before
the hinges rattling against the frame
so sharply it felt like my body
would fall apart along with it
it feels like every joke
that fell flat between us;
every off-bitten curse to hide our frustrations;
every laugh we forced through our perfect lips
i stare at the gold dripping into
the entrance of my house, the copper
traipsing the same path as stubborn vines
you are very easy to forgive
even if forgiveness sits sour
on the tip of my tongue
It appears that there is no working way to make a primary blog the secondary one and the other way aroud so I’m leaving this blog be as a reminder - never create secondary blogs which have a chance to become the main ones in your hearts, children!
Anyway, if you’re here then you probably want to get to the blog I consider the main one and update regularly. Please visit me herethen.
Thank you! <3
Have you ever consume grilled beeswax powder via drinking it mix in a glass of warm water?
I have, it was in the name of trying to find the “cure” for my pneumonia few years back. Turned out it didn’t work and a cure don’t exist. So prescribed drugs are better.
But I tell ya how it tasted, it’s the most bitterest thing I have tasted in this world. More bitter than lime seeds, more bitter than cocoa powder, more bitter than raw coffee powder, more bitter than bitter melon, more bitter than medications, even more bitter than those chinese herbs, and more bitter than me.
Period. I can’t top that shit.