Bright fizz on my tongue.
A Belch deflates the squeeze:
Organs swelling - might pop like tight balloons
Ice spheres, vanilla.
Chill slipping into gut:
Violent ice upon the cranium booms
A night of promise.
Calamine kisses skin:
Incessant burn; itching irritation
Headiness of pine.
The glow of cooling wood:
Iron embers, a fierce red invasion
The pristine turquoise.
Salt and vinegar breeze:
The crashing strike; catastrophe on sand
Halcyon mint tea.
A Sanguine star anise:
The Oesophagus burns bitter rancid
A raspberry love.
Choc’late joy; mallow soft:
Electrifying stab at exposed nerves
Thrilling certainty.
Cognizance of error:
Exist in serene silence 'midst the curves.
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