feel them in your jaw and crunch down on them with enough pressure you finally feel your teeth crack split open and showing the root to your evil gums, red and sore like the blood pouring, you regret it but now you know you can bleed. it seeps close to your breast, scoring the flesh with the glass you broke last night and the tears wiped away with your fingers, oh how you wish you couldn’t feel those regrets squirming under the sockets of your knees, how you fell from the icy ground and broke your nose, but at least now, you can’t smell the blood. echoes whispers vibrations of who you are, what you are, when you became, the past hides for one second but the next you see it. you see it now and that all consuming person you used to be. you’re in love you feel love you are love. how could you hate what you were then, now, and here, hear the rhythm of gods on your tongue, taste it. swallow it. they hum in your chest, sigh across your cheek, and you can’t do anything but listen.