Breathing in your-
Pre-polluted air-
While drowning in a sea of Heavy-Metal;
...I swallow
(Noxious)
But it is the corrosive bite that burns-
...The Aorta
And ignites my vascular roadway;
Mapped across the inflamed soft tissues-
...And mucous membranes of my body;
...On route?
Trying desperately to bury my words
...Of August,2009?
This your plan? .........?
...'A slow kill? '
Post mortem: Autopsy-
Comes the ugly truth-it chills
Death from: Internal FIRE
...And drowning in: Quicksilvers
...Bitter Pill! ! !
From: ***The Attic Of My Heart
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Theo, Such passion! Recently I posted a poem 'All Right You Win'...which relates to opening up in our poetry...I think you are brave and wonderful to share such deep thoughts. I finally joined Starlite Cafe...My pen name is Cynthia and I have posted 1 poem, 'Rain'. Now that really is a fabulous site. I tried to go back to change to Dorothy...etc. but could not so Cynthia it is. Thank you for the push! Stay strong! A Poet Who Loves To Sing