maybe

One look from him
turned my breath
into mus­tard gas.
Thick like mo­lasses,
and slow like it too.

Maybe,
so I could feel
every cell in my body
as it tried to tri­umph
over a dan­ger with­in.

Maybe,
a part of me
en­joyed the pain.
Thrived even,
from watch­ing my­self
at­tempt to re­gain con­trol.
 
 

You’re frus­trat­ing­ly tempt­ing
like in­di­vid­u­al­ly wrapped sweets
re­served be­hind a glass case.

The idea of my tongue
wrapped around
such a sa­vory del­i­ca­cy
has me in­trigued.

So much that
I’m will­ing to spend
the change in my wal­let
I promised to save
for a rainy day
 
 

—cas­si­die wages

Flom­mist Cas­si­die Wages is an artis­tic blue-haired cre­ative de­pressed em­path­ic friend­ly gen­uine heavy in­tel­li­gent jux­ta­posed kind­heart­ed lev­el­head­ed moody note­wor­thy over-an­a­lyz­ing pa­tient quizzi­cal re­spon­sive sar­cas­tic tired un­sure vi­sion­ary weird yogi zeal­ous. Copy­right © 2019 Cas­si­die Wages.

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