A mouthful of rancid milk? I want to say a human male by product (and then only some people's) but I am afraid that my dad might read this.

Reminds me of the time my mum read one of my teenage angsty poems that had a bad swear word (well it was bad in my youth but now seems to be widely acceptable - how did that happen?) in it and I was mortified. Though looking back, was I more embarassed about the swear word or the fact that she got a glimpse into my mind at the time? Here, the words recreated...

Glass Prism by Tamsyn Hutchinson

A see through glass prism
Is just like my fear.
Touch the cold;
Taste the pain.
Caress it, Smash it -
Leave a night sky of emotion,
Ready to walk across.
But the hurt is sweet,
Like hot nails through my tongue.
Coiling, weeping insanity
Fuck this mortality,
And suck me in,
Deeper,
Deeper to Darkness.
I break into heaven where
The tangents scream, and
Dead thoughts corrode.
But a light at the surface of the ocean waves.
Pull me up to meet it,
And I will sing for you
A song of glass prisms,
Moonlight knives,
And bloody kisses.
The glue awaits
For sticky fingers and
Wet Carpet Brain.
Will I laugh at myself again?
Or see my fake reflection,
In a dusty, glass prism.

More old poetry of mine resides at: http://www.cuckoo.org/features/poetry/