Poison

This bottled poison…

is poison, the rejection that falls with tears in hours of wrath.

is poison, the urgency to mould the scent the soul quietly inhales.

is poison, the lowing of clouds entwined in cowardly gestures.

is poison, the tragic veneration of the final moments of a death that comes too late.

is poison, this fluid that crosses the dying journey.

is poison, the blood that fleetingly reveals itself to the pallor of the morning.

is poison, the forced gathering of demons anchored to the earth.

is poison, the hatred for the ghosts we buried yesterday.