• viktoromalley 10w

    Replace it

    I can't tell you how this poison tastes
    with so many wildflowers rooted in my throat, reaching out from my mouth

    When I finally rise from my aching and tired knees,
    subsequent a year-long worship at the altar of your feet
    I will not feel the stinging pain past thickened skin

    I cannot relay to you what hues of red pour out
    with chambers pumping only electricity and ink