Brothlemine

Stagnance suggests I drink,

consumption of fruitful poisons

staggers the waif.

 

Concocting brilliance two,

measures of the heartbeat

beneath your chandeliers–

count my vein retirements

and spasms as one whole unit.

 

Look back at your cauldron,

the way it sliced my cataracts–

and gave me causal influence

to ingest,

breathe–

crumble,

beneath violence and tomes.

 

At once I read you,

false and pale–

understood your climax,

mine as well.

 

Stagnance suggests I drink,

consumption of fruitful poisons

staggers the waif…