jealousy is the taste of cigarettes
an excuse to get some air
but air disguised as
a reason to be
alone
with
this new pain
liquor’s sharp tongue
quenches your
speech of harsh disdain
cutting words before
they flail across the evening
jealousy is hearing about them
over popcorn,
the handfuls buffer
between you and heart
salt’s begging,
dries up every last bit of you
black coffee burnt
darker than souls
deepest corners
bitterness is a fresh taste
raw from the fire
their name boils from your lips
scorching throat
as it rises
ravaging everything upon touch
on it’s way out
breath held as you choke
under this drowning current
their name is a spell
you curse yourself with
this taste is new
and there is no fondness for it