For I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
― Sylvia Plath

Empty nothing’s sting out of your mouth hitting me like a cacophony
I remember tricking myself into endless bliss
Ticking time bombs are cold
Mellow yellow, hello yellow.
My heart and stomach switch places back & forth pacing written on my face, pensive.

A knock on my door and I’m out of my twisted dark fantasy quick - as a flash light as a tick.
Ringing drums in my head cacophonous
Unbeknownst my resting bitch face reverts back to pensive, again.
I just want the same feeling of biting into a macaron. Pure. Bliss.
The sweet filling filling me of passion fruits golden yellow
It hurts when you bite first still cold.

- remy lane Moore