I'm sick of your stale seasoning,

Sticky, thick. & stuck,

To the back of my throat.

Dripping down like Drano.

Poisonous –I wish I never took a sip.

(Too bad this hasn't killed me yet.)

The mucky aftertaste of your love

Teasing me –telling me it's forever gone.

I don't know now if it was worth the while.

Like after a heavy night of your drinking,

(that you seem so often

to indulge in now)

Everything from before is blurry,

And all that's left of its memory,

Is your nauseating taste of:

blood & bile.