You speak in metaphors
   lies dribbling down your chin
Sword fight with syllables from long forgotten prose
     backwards beliefs your armor
     faux frailty your shield
Couplets carefully constructed to keep your composure.
Monosyllabic sympathies concealing your cancerous truths.

How long will your *** boil
      wretched witches brew
Silver sticky lids spill over
      a waterfall of ironies.