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The Bitter Aftertaste

I’m learning the bitterness
Of the aftertaste of fireworks
And alcohol and the currents
Running through my veins

I’m teaching myself to
Stay numb against the
Saccharine words and the sparks
That went with everything that is you

I keep reminding myself,
I keep repeating it over and over,
That this is leading nowhere
And your words mean nothing

Not when we’re nothing
And we’ll always be nothing
And I just can’t hold on
To nothing anymore.

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About Anna

A 30-something female awed/delighted/floored with anything horror. Known to kick-start her days with coffee. Indulges in chocolates, blogging, writing, and reading. Attracted to the offbeat and the quirky / the odd and the strange / the weird and the eerie.

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