The Taste and the Cure

for dVerse




The taste shapes

acrid, like medicine

clichés, cacophony

actions louder than words

which even if I spoke

you’d never hear

so entrenched in your world

blood kin consecrating

I am the gnat buzzing

swat-worthy, flicking your hand

to drive me away

I am the medicine

you spit out never believing

you might need.

My rainbow horizon beckons.



Sascha Darlington 6/19/2018

23 thoughts on “The Taste and the Cure

  1. Interestingly, something different caught everyone’s eye. What struck me, is what a different take this is for you. Fascinating. I really enjoyed the entire poem.

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