poisonous or poise in us (a series of run on sentences)
the things i say when i don’t say anything, i am afraid i am poisonous. the last time i dared to love this way, my fear took over and drove me into blindness. left to stare into the darkness until i woke up, realizing i had died and left all of me behind. i began again. but then. so much of me was lost… and never coming back.
these things i say when i don’t say anything are better than to poison you. sink my fangs into your flesh and curse ourselves. as i did him. we are a trickling creek, and things of which i speak give poise to us. it can be a beautiful unfolding, a soft maturing thing of grounded heaven… and never going back.
but these things i say when i don’t say anything are poisonous. at night in darkness, between the soft white of feathered sheets, behind my closed eyes the things i see, they’re poisonous. give poise to us. and you, so simply taking your time, but me i am trapped in this mind and the other part of it has gone away.