Stuck wants

Ok, aquí hay algo que decribe una de esas cosas embotelladas, casi como coches. Hace mucho que no se me ocurría nada, y aunque la inspiración no es exáctamente placentera, no podía dejar pasar la oportunidad, de hecho es un alivio poder sacar algo por fin y es bueno que sea esto en particular.

Violet

Now it’s stuck in my throat.

It was just a sip, the first one, the sweet one, abruptly removed.
Violet drops fell down, I felt it, I knew it, just enough to know how exquisite it was.
Drunk and numb, my arms are stiff, my back grows tenser and a weight falls into my stomach. Time sprouted it, time let it grow and now it chills and withers, then refreshes and warms.
It was just a sip, enough color to blind the sight and turn off the brain. Burnt, frozen, torn apart, instants make it fade and grow again.

Striking images, I can’t swallow, I couldn’t take it, I can’t take it.

Welling up, bitter aftertaste, reminds me of sweetness, numbness and absence.

Struck

Foam

Crystals that fade and opaque brightness, shedding, paralyzing.

Congestion

Broken paintings

Halted music

It’s still stuck in my throat, violet drops and cold lungs, nectar untarnished, yet solidified.

Close and out of reach, the vial, violet vial.


(I know, el coso ese podría estar mejor, pero es el mejorcito que encontré)