vitriol flood

masks of always being something to someone
breaking open the myriad roles rolled into one.
all bindings torn, that’ve eaten into me
the One Desire now coursing free!
no matter what. no matter angry and vile
no matter vinegar sour and bitter as bile
toxic tastes course through my blood
drowning all sweetness in that vitriol flood.


5 thoughts on “vitriol flood

  1. I'm so happy to find your poetry blog, maya, and thank you for your kind comments on my poems. The answer to the question asked in Fulcrum – I was drowning in mud, why didn't you leave me there? Is that poets cannot work in a vacuum. We need the support and constructive criticism of others in order to get the best out of ourselves. My friend pulled me out the mud because he needed me too 🙂

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