i would
blacken my mouth
with handfuls of charcoal –
my gut would crunch diamonds from coal
to rid
me you
my veins, my digits, the very
dna in my hair
(my memory) –
poisoned
i would
blacken my mouth
with handfuls of charcoal –
my gut would crunch diamonds from coal
to rid
me you
my veins, my digits, the very
dna in my hair
(my memory) –
poisoned