an emotional diary of one very insignificant teenager in a big, blind world

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Mint Toothpaste

Mint toothpaste tastes softly of haddock
After five minutes on itchy teal sheets.
The taste slowly burns like hemlock
And the spice oils rubbed into your feet

The whirr of the fan as you turn blind
Writing verse by nightlight and sketching in kind.

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