'Feast'
By christy
Now that you've supped on all my thoughts, tasting each one's flavor, which ones did you choke upon? Which ones did you savor? Perhaps the salt of wasted tears still lingers at the edges, or bitterness of the wasted years and all the broken pledges have crossed your parted, thirsty lips. Would you like some more? Drink them down in rationed sips, for they will leave you sore. Or did you find a memory sweet to suck upon with pleasure. Oh, if you did, enjoy the treat. Uncommon is this treasure. Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 03:07 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Now that you've supped on all my thoughts,..."