words that taste like lemon
bitter every sound
tarting the pallet of my pleasure,
no sweetness to be found

strange and distorted flavor
unfamiliar to my tongue
a dry and robust disdain,
suffocating toward my lungs

an ugly kind of beauty
a seed planted not to grow
the gritty texture of substance
that I would rather never know.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet