Inevitable Poem by Raffael PonceValencia

Bile.
Slipping.
Toxic spewage racing slowly down my throat thick like honey.
Boiling in pools of sandy glass where eyes should be.
Harboring blackness under thin clear panes.
I walk across fearing one day my panes will crack.
Fearing my panes will break and venom will make its way down my face and destroy my mouth.
Finding a bigger orifice to inhabit and hide under.
Until it consumes and makes its way down into my heart.