Dreamsleepforever

bitter rolls off his tongue in oozing argent, gaseous tendrils creeping between his teeth, curling around his lip with a fleeting brush of it's own. i never had a taste for cigarettes until i tasted them nestled in the hollow of his throat. bitter washes on his tongue, liquid bistre and left too long to his damp kitchen to be so scalding anymore, undiluted, because he lacks the motivation to pretty anything about himself for anyone. i used to drown in coffee shaded café au lait until i realised i didn't need so much milk to curb the burn. bitter lingers around my tongue, solid, invisible skylines of words keelhauled over obsidian v