Write in your journal and chew
the words that bare your soul
the adjectives that swirl in your mouth to describe your true self
spit at me, I know the feeling
I’ve felt the pain
the torment still lives
we share some horror
our disasters similar
narcissism mingling
you loathe me as I do you
save some spit for my grave
the plot thickens when it rains
I rise to the surface of your frontal lobe
the memories adhere to your shoes as well
Her mourning coffee 