illumine

darkness tastes like
the sun garnished with
radish and cucumber.
I hear it burns the tongue
of whoever wishes to
be worthy of even a puff
of breath. breathing is overrated
when your heart is heavy
with hate, sliced bread, and wine.
yesterday, a butterfly made me read
on spiked girls, today,
every liquid seems to have
been drugged. It is like that.
but blossoms must bloom
where they find… darkness.

Younglan Talyoung