What does Desperation taste like?
Desperation is the soap with which your mother once washed out your mouth. It always smelled so sweet, like cinnamon and lavender, and you’d always been tempted to take a little bite.... But now it’s really in your mouth, and you want to scream. It burns. It’s scratching your throat. Your teeth dig into the soft surface and come out with flecks that catch in your retainer. Will toothpaste get those out?
She removes her hand from the back of your head and pats you on your back. Hard. Then she takes the soap out of your mouth and puts it back where it belongs. “Don’t you ever say that nasty word again, you hear?”
She leaves the room, and you rinse out your mouth, staring at the battered bar of soap. It didn’t taste good, but it still feels good as you rub it against your hands. The textured surface now seems to add something to the sensory experience. You don’t want to stop. By the time the bar is gone, its bubbles swirling in the drain, your hands are bright red from scrubbing. You wish you had more soap.
Desperation is lukewarm salted caramel ice cream with a touch too much salt, sitting unslurped in a soggy paper bowl.
Desperation is sweat
Pooling at the center of your back.
It's the taste of a bitter saltiness
On your taste buds.
As every inch of your body
Is preparing itself
For ultimate failure
Where fight or flight
Comes into play.
Desperation is collecting
All your will and thoughts
To one task,
Hoping and begging for it to succeed
While looking calm on the outside
Even though the bitter saltiness
Is present on your tongue
As though you ate a salty dark chocolate bar.
Desperation, on me, tastes like bile on the back of the tongue,
Constantly dry heaving,
Knowing the worst is yet to come.
And the texture is terrible,
It’s like sandpaper set on fire,
Burning to a flaky crisp,
Squeeling like a set of tires.
And all the while,
There's never enough to drink,
And there’s always ashes in the water.
But you, on the other hand,
Desperation fits like a tight dress,
You're willing to give it all to me,
And that is exactly what I request.
Tell me how much you need me,
And let me taste how badly you do,
I can't get you out of my mind...
I think I'm desperate for you, too.
Desperation is the taste of bittersweetness, dancing on your tongue, biting your senses and choking your lungs...
Desperation is the feeling of emptiness filling your soul, swallowing the light and eating you whole...
Desperation is the last thing you feel as the rope gets tighter and you swallow the pill..
The taste of despair.
Metallic and bitter.
Desperately reaching out for something you can never have.
It stings with the cold slash of a knife. Yet burns with the searing heat of a flame.
You clench your teeth and bite your tongue, knowing even if you scream out it won’t help.
All you will taste is the bitterness of hot blood, created by futile attempts of reaching something never to be gained.
It tastes like chrome from the barrel of the gun resting on your tongue tickling your uvula
It tastes like a million microorganisms making a home in every exposed cavity while you claw your way out of the dirt at your funeral
It tastes like salt and grime from the open ocean beneath your bucket you stand in filled with cement the sun above the surface its shimmer teasing you with its blurred smile
It tastes like another humans saliva when your last breath is too late, and they couldn't save you
It tastes like the raindrops falling in your mouth when you took that leap and hit the roof of the parked car slowly inches away from death
It tastes like metallic rolling out of your open mouth the result of her fists again
Its a little dry
Please try this cake, I spent so many hours making it. No? Oh, umm, please? I know it was rude to take that random picture of you, run away crying when you called me "freind" but hey we all make mistakes. Yours was forgetting to add "girl" before "freind" so we could be girlfreind and girlfreind. An honest oversight I admit, you had me worried that happily ever after was an illusion. LOL. I could tell you agree because your shoulders are so tight.
No, wait, don't read the cake, it's not like I consulted anattorney for spelling out a legally binding contract using frosting and by eating it, you'll be accepting my unrequitted, unprompted affections forever and ever as spelled out in article five section three right by the chocolate swirl. That would be crazy. And I'm not crazy, I'm stable like a room full of horses, baby.
Wait, dont leave, my ex is a body pillow and gets abusive when I use too much fabric softener. Come back... please?
The Desperate Shall Attain
Desperation is when you hit the bottom of your darkest pit with the heavy force of a falling star. Pain has yet to catch up, so it's just you, the bottom, and nothing. Which you soon shall be.
A weakly desperate desire to live beats faintly. It tastes of salty blood on the tongue. Not enough to be unpleasant, but 'give up' unloads the overwhelming salty flavor to shock into action.
Salty turns to bitter pain regained and continues as you reach for the sweet relief of life made all the sweeter by desperate bitter.
desperation is salty.
a dry tongue.
compelling a drink or two.
a cycle of dissatisfaction that doesn't recognize itself.