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i wanna know what the poison tastes like
when it drips from thoughtless tongues
to hiss and burn at other’s skin, other skins —
i wanna know the taste of the words as they curdle
& ferment in the mouth, taste like rubber & white-out
all chemical & ground up erasers
to bubble forth & paint the world synthetic sterile
white —
i wanna know the taste so i can choke it back,
not to spit aside but swallow, drink & let it burn
to the core of me till my heart pumps poison,
till my veins burn with knowledge —
till the fire shines in my eyes and flashes out
to scorch holes in the false blankness & sameness
till i can meet the eyes
of people who don’t exist,
because,
it’s all the same blood & all the same poison
distilled in thoughtless skulls
behind eyes that will not see
delivered in tiny doses, pinpricks,
dripping from between numb lips &
pouring from selfish pens
coating every surface, saturating thought & word —
it deadens the nerves & seeps into the soul & worst
worst of all it reaches deep
deep into the dark corners
& finds primal & selfish & slimey
something that really believes
you should stop existing, because
you are making me
uncomfortable.
when it drips from thoughtless tongues
to hiss and burn at other’s skin, other skins —
i wanna know the taste of the words as they curdle
& ferment in the mouth, taste like rubber & white-out
all chemical & ground up erasers
to bubble forth & paint the world synthetic sterile
white —
i wanna know the taste so i can choke it back,
not to spit aside but swallow, drink & let it burn
to the core of me till my heart pumps poison,
till my veins burn with knowledge —
till the fire shines in my eyes and flashes out
to scorch holes in the false blankness & sameness
till i can meet the eyes
of people who don’t exist,
because,
it’s all the same blood & all the same poison
distilled in thoughtless skulls
behind eyes that will not see
delivered in tiny doses, pinpricks,
dripping from between numb lips &
pouring from selfish pens
coating every surface, saturating thought & word —
it deadens the nerves & seeps into the soul & worst
worst of all it reaches deep
deep into the dark corners
& finds primal & selfish & slimey
something that really believes
you should stop existing, because
you are making me
uncomfortable.