Anti(thesis)

I’m gonna read this in parts so you can feel it in full

With the words burning holes

in your ears, smelling sulfur in your nose

Acid floods, rolling quick off my tongue

A bitter-pill repose

Rhetoric of raging water

Crashing

Craving slaughter

From the ink wet, decomposed

Stomach as big as my eyes

And bite more like a sting

but just as deadly as my bark

As it creeps between your thighs

Sweet like honey, honeybee-

Keep you warm at night

Then hides the light with its dark

Let it wrap you in velvet stars

As you gasp, cry, rant, and rave

Thrash you deep, leaving scars

Feed you hungry, wild, young

Burying the words in the shallow grave

And that’s just the tip of my idyllic, whetted tongue