the feeling starts in my toes
any my body knows what is about to happen so it lands me on solid ground
i shut down, the only sound i hear is the throbbing of my heart
that's the start, the fuel for the fire that sparks in my chambers
grains of sand tip into my legs and fill me with the heaviness of desire
the liar before me spits lighter fluid and lights me up
the sand is burned into glass, suddenly I am fragile
a thing i never wanted to be
they tell me not to throw rocks if i live in a house of glass, yet i hurl boulders at every potential predator who threatens to stain my glass with unholy hands
but my dear, it'd be a pleasure to be stained my you
the pain i feel looking at you is salt on my tongue
weights on my lungs
acid on my skin
a need within
oh god do I miss you, even when you are standing in front of my fortress with ready fingertips
but again and again, i will say there is venom, not candy, on your lips