this one tastes like

this one tastes like reflex
loving fucking gimmick
this one tastes like squall
smokescreen brain
this one tastes like twelve volts
flensing hoarder
this one tastes like raw steak
enough to feel and laugh
this one tastes like flannel
to move the arms and froth
this one tastes like sharing
it's been eating all the papers
this one tastes like ink
collages of hearts
this one tastes like fainting
knife inside a dove
this one tastes like sputtered
triggered reflux