Jam. Pickle. Poison.
Relish. Garnish. Poison.
Chutney. Flourish. Poison.
Poison. Poison. Poison.

Can I have my medicine?
The fist smashes through the cabinet,
Holding a blooded hand of normal.
As the mirror shatters,
And the hand insists,
Its life drip trailing across his choice.
He decides no.
He's ill. He's bloodied. He's lonely.
He's terminally free.
He stares into the glass as it warps away whole.
The blood pools and drains. And swirls.
A pantomime sworn in and sworn away.
Never again will he pill up for pantomime.
When the stage he rots on runs him by.
They bow and decay.
And he stands lifeless.
As the show rolls on.

Ripped away,
When we said we were close.
She won't love you like I can.
Yet here I am.
Your dead allotment.
Bitter and fertile. Just how you left me.

An adult discussion.
A slave to his name, as long as he's happy.
An axe to the face. A wound he can warm in.
A slash to the heart. A cave he can scheme in.
An ******* he can dine in.
A feast for his ego.
No raised words.
No arguments.
He can't unfuck me.
An adult discussion.

Henry's come to town.
Hose blazing, pipe's choking
Engine whirring
Henry's come to town
Town buzzing, apothecary open.
Henry's come to town.
Dust dancing, bags empty
Carpets trembling, dust lines vanishing.
Henry's done in town.
Carpets sparkling, bags are clear.
Towns sleepy apothecary's empty
Henry's been in town.
Henry smiled as he trundled back home.

Salivating, you swirl around my tongue.
My taste buds drown in your pleasure.
My teeth stand strong, knees weak.
The moment is gone.
Draining down the throat.
My teeth rot. My brain begins to frenzy.
My tongue longs again for your affection.
Clammy fingers fumble the bag.
Salivating once more,
Hand comes to mouth.

Sometimes I'm alone,
Smothered by everyone,
always so alone.
Drowning in love,
So alone,
Strangled by thier voices,
Alone.