Spit your venom as you wish.
I’ve become quiet to the burning away of my flesh,
The snipping bites as it inches across my body,
The chilling agony that accompanies
When my bones are finally exposed.
I am left hideous and open.

Yet I will be patient.
I will let you stew in my silence,
Let you be unnerved by my tight lips
And the occasional hint of a smile
Even as your ghastly poison melts through
The withering tissue of my cheek.

Because watch.
There will be a time when I will be gone,
And your precious spit bucket will cease,
And you will wonder how I survived
When your venom starts sizzling patches
Upon your mindless tongue.