It moves around
The pain you feel
Birthed from the poison of his words
Corrupting your happiness
Feeding on your emotions
Setting your heartstrings aflame
Settling in your legs like liquid fire
I do what i must
I drain his poison
I rub press pull
Punch hammer grind
On the infected muscles
Drawing out the corruption
Like draining a snake bite.

**If only I had the antivenin for this particular kind.