[ november 2nd, 2014 ]
i am the instigator
of your fire.
i am the snakebite
your venom depends on.
i'm intoxicatingly toxic
to the point where
i intrude your system
and
i burn, i sting
but you don't want release
from me.
you curse me,
but you don't want me
going anywhere
but here.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
