Poison Penned

poison penned

I’ve been sipping hemlock

in my coffee

it dripped off

your eyelashes

in disdainful

disavowal

 

with each unnerving sip

collapsing breaths

ask what would happen

if you looked at me?

Would the razors

in your eyes

slice my shrinking soul?

Would you see, perchance,

me, no demonic priestess

you have burned in effigy?

 

I munch arsenic

on my popcorn

it was sprinkled

from the blast

of your hushed

condemnation

 

in the nauseating crunch

twisted innards

wonder at the fallout

if you listened to me?

Would my words

rebound against deaf ears

forever silence me?

Would you hear, ever,

hard complicated truths,

not censure and controversy?

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