The taste of life

The pungent taste of Elpaso's worn and deserted streets has left a foul, odd taste in my mouth.
{Bitter...}
{Sweet...}
I can now no longer taste the virgin roads of Las Cruces; my tounge now reeks of just tumble weeds and normality.
{Crippiling...}
{Taste...}
The High School's hallways in which I pass everyday, tastes of the numbing, chalky pain from teenagers past.
{Druggie...}
{Feels...}
My hearts no longer in it...my bodys' limp, and hails at the idea of escape. Then my intruseful mind programs me to behave and believe otherwise.
{Always...}
{Falling...}
I seem as though dressed in tourment's finest, fearing my own hallway.
{Dressed...}
{Wrongly...}
+oI'M THE BIRD NO ONE CALLSo+

The unrelished taste of life no one takes the time to sample, actually tastes just like pickles and penutbutter...
{Sour...}
{Sticky...}

by BrittanyLafoe
posted on 04/07/2008