You see beauty
With such exquisite venom.
Vicious
To the pungent flowers,
The sun's morning rays,
The grin of a loved one.
Full of animosity
Where others are full of mewling awe.
Your hatred for living is thick in my fingers like velvet,
Your snarling words
Hot
So
Clear
Like liquor.
It burns and cleanses, medicinal and fiery and somehow truer for its blinding harshness.
Dear Sylvia,
Teach me how to see the world I love
With loathing.
It overwhelms me as it
Overwhelmed you.
Visceral,
Your words cringe from loveliness
And exalt the brutal little moments of life
That everyone else hurries to forget.
I want that wrongness
To live in me
Alongside all the other
Wrongnesses.
I am through trying to be right so that my loves may endure me.
Sylvia,
Teach me to be sadistic.