1. you eat this life like the wolf that bares no teeth; large chunks, raw.
2. you make yourself into arsenic and old lace, a closed book of brittle paper and faded ink.
3. you are the poison, the antidote and the witch who brewed them both.
POISON: poems and prose by kaia.
WARNINGS: sexual themes, violence, mental illness, grief, loss, manic episodes (and the writing they produce), foul language, death, drugs and alcohol, mentions of blades/knives/swords and blood.
additional warnings will be added accordingly however i will not be tagging individual poems with warnings, sorry.
ALSO: mostly in lower case.