"mithridatism" poems
mithridatism
the act of
poisoning until
you
are no longer
vulnerable
to you
to your
heat, heart, humor
taking you
piece by piece
until I can
stomach
you
whole
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
Body; caution tape closed-up casket.
Traffic light stuck on yellow. I am caustic, I say,
I am battery acid. I flash all the
bright colors. Defense mechanism
won’t save me now. My soft victim-skin screams
danger-red against your palms.
Force myself into small doses. Become immune,
numb to all of this. Finally.
Sometimes poison feels a lot like
I love you; I need this; It’ll be quick.
I am child-small again, like the first time,
call this the third. Wish my body asleep
like the second,
frozen.
Start to claim this slow contamination voluntary.
A part of me. Easier to swallow if I say
I wanted it, than to tell them
I never learned. It is so hard to run from something
you have sat still for your whole life.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
So the wind has circled back around
Picked up your scent
And carried it off again
You know, it's funny
Because the slightest of breezes
Can remind me of it
On days where the rain has soaked me
From the top of my guilt
To the bottom of my soul
On days where the moon pulls at my tides
From the shoreline of my failures
To the abyss your absence has caused
Everyone seems all too quick to remind
That this empty draught of mistakes
Was always just a poison
Weak enough to keep me alive
But strong enough to **** me slowly
And the thought of never refilling my cup
From the tap of your bitter bliss
Inspires sorrow that I have never known before
So now I watch our lightning die
Straining to hear one more meager clap of thunder
Something, anything
To carry your tempest back into this valley
Because even the slightest of sparks
Is enough to ignite my heart again
And set ablaze every forest from east to west
But now, our own creation aims to consume us, too
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC