no one wants to drink cold, spoiled soup

i just happen to lack the taste buds.

i burnt them on all mornings spent swallowing down molten, burnt coffee,

after the nights i empty out my eggshell skull and fill it with your sickly, saccharine sayings.

i have headaches from all the caffeine and candies that you've gently shoved down my esophagus.

the chyme churns relentlessly down my infinite digestive tract.

all my pink organs now black,

because i couldn't taste your warmth withering with the winter.

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soup