nostalgia

sweet hysteria that can only leave
bitterness
of longing
curdling
of regret and the path
unlived
tug yank pull
on intestines
an infection
of insides
oh i have had my fill
a thousand times over
oh i have drunk
from fountain’s flagon
until nectar filled nostrils
and stained the creases
of lips
overfull
overflowing
overfamiliar
leaking out in still
unexpected places
this honey i have eaten
by the bowlful
this sweetness i have drained
to the dregs
and then licked
the insides
you give me toothache
gut ache
you are uncomfortable
i am sick
of you

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