Seethed

the sun inside me burns the wrong colour

it boils and shrieks and stains

dripping on my other organs, sticky and spreading

sometimes it climbs up my throat

onto my tongue

weaving and seeping through my teeth

I am eroding

he had venom and now I have venom too

in my heart valves, in my eyes

 

the windows to the soul have endless burning film

sometimes the smoke and the fumes cloud my head

it tastes like metal

like oil

like blood

or laundry and soil and heat and scales

 

I hear fluorescent lighting

drilling deep into my ears

clocks are hammers

but I can’t stand the workshop

like cotton licks my teeth

 

I am devoured

but still I live in the belly of a beast

wading in battery acid

at least sometimes it rains

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