I had so many thoughts reading this, I am still going through them.
It's just like being exhausted of being empty. You keep rereading the past, which also feels empty now.

"straining verses through saccharine-stained
teeth, the words crumble upon meeting
air."
^
what a powerful statement. I think of the times when we are reluctant whether to share something and then when we do we regret it.

I know I maybe completely off, but this is so good!!

The descriptions here are colorful and textured and punch straight through with vivid imagery. Molasses coating your tongue, saccharine stained teeth, words crumbling on meeting air. Original prose that starts dramatically and then the gently change of lambent lighting a settlement of ambiance and that final stanza fading out into loss. A slide of emotion rather than a roller coaster but compelling all the same. A most enjoyable read. Milly x