sweet and bitter
words that burn like
acid in my
throat.
rising like a tonic, they're
unbearable.
unknown.

acrid scents like
alcohol and
old acrylic
paint.
lists and lists of symptoms, it's
unintended.
toxic.

musty blankets
filled with spiders,
and rotten wood
frames.
thin cloth folded up in squares,
these moth-eaten
remnants

litter the upstairs.
cobwebs cover
the upstairs.

eating words like
medicine, keep
eating 'til they're
gone.