xii. poison

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You were not salt disguised as sugar
And I did not have a blood-stained veil
Draped across my forgetful eyes—
I tasted how bitter you were,
And I understood the iron on my tongue.

You tried to gouge my eyes out
But I still felt your poison on my lips.

I did not spit you out like you feared I would
I waited until you rotted in the pit of my stomach
And the only way to rid myself of you
Was letting the bile rise in my throat
But I welcomed the disgusting taste
Of the salty acid that polluted my body.

I swallowed every drop of infected blood
Because I knew it would destroy me.

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