It’s dull black sheen is somewhat enticing:
I know what is yet to come.
From the first touch of the tongue
it’s hardened exterior begins to melt
and at once the sickly and intense aroma seeps out,
enveloping the taste-buds,
intensifying with every slight twist of the tongue.
Desperate to rid my mouth of it’s overpowering flavour,
my teeth clamp over the thick cable:
a grave mistake.
Grimacing, my mouth is flooded with saliva.
My face contorts at the bitter taste of regret.
The texture is just how I imagine it feels to eat blu-tack —
Like tar, it latches onto the gums
and it cements itself to the teeth.
All the while; unleashing its vile perfume.
Even after you swallow,
it still lingers.
Even after you scrape its remnants from your teeth,
it still remains
on your blackened tongue
and in your grey tinged spit.