curdle in within myself like
some homespun kiss of death
spoiled milk shriveled biochemical bitch
shadows on skin become tombs
why am I still here
when there are poisons to
be made toxins to be
consumed at discretion reckless abandonment
contamination this is my consideration
abstract this abstract that abstract
where flesh heals over again
all the polish in the
world cannot make scars go
away cannot make scars go
away the non-rhythmic heart is
despaired interred whimpering to plunge
