Blots

|Sugar|

I recite it to

anyone who cares to listen.

I throw my head forward and

puke into a dump

chanting it all the time.

I look up at the pink and greying sky

and picture you breaking me

In places I didn't know bones existed.

I stare at the crack in the pavement

and watch as your wrinkles

swim in front of my eyes.

I have to do it.

And then I step over the rug

and into

What is a joke of a home,

And sip tea,

You opposite.

Because somewhere between

the first and second spoon of sugar,

I've swallowed

my venom.