So, firstly I am much grateful for you to be here to read my poetry, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. Also, this is my first time writing this sort of poem, I am not promoting any violence. It’s just a fiction, a pretty dark one I agree! but A FICTION.
TW : Self harm, gore, Uncanny
I am famished; none of those savoury dishes of fancy restaurants please me now, my taste buds have been numb for a while now. so today I will cook for them, I will cook some strong aromatic dish, with tastes of all kind. I will give my taste buds a trip down the memory lane making it experience vivid tastes all at once. Though I fear owing to the darkness that surrounds me the dish might not be a treat for the eyes but my tongue would know the flavours and pain I will put in. I will chop my ring finger off, the one which still feels the weight of that man's expectations I will chop it off, and soak it in some red wine which is older than my ancestors. then I will put the soaking fingertips on a medium flame to burn off the sensation of the lips of my dead lover. Now I will squeeze my heart a little to add a few drops of the betrayal it felt to enhance the flavour. After chewing on to the harsh words of my ex, my taste buds have forgotten what softness of food is like, how delicate it can be, so I will add some bits of my tongue(just the tip) to the dish, the tongue that couldn't speak for me when that ungrateful man spat abuses at me and for when it continued to dance around his shaft like his slave. The red wine which I used to soak my fingertips remind me of my fermented thoughts and mute opinions, who reside in me but never surface themselves. I love the smell of flesh mixed with aversion and pain, This dish will awaken my senses, and my tongue won't ever be a slave for any sweet lies again. I will serve this rejuvenating dish to myself in a copper bowl, for copper has purifying qualities, I need my tongue to feel pure again, to feel rinsed off the sins it committed the sin of being a slave to sweet lies of a vile man, for one.
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