Late Night Snack

Pour your heart out

At 3am,

Into my open mouth.

.

I’ll savour each insomnia fuelled sentence

I’ll devour each woeful word,

I will gulp back your gloomy secrets

I will taste each stuttered sob.

.

Your thoughts ravish my tongue

With a sentimental satisfaction.

I wonder why I’m awake too.

I hope you are thirsty,

I hope you have room for some

Of my unsaid story

.

I will spill it on your lips

At 3am.

And you’ll enjoy its bitterness.

– Molly Johnston