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Kerosene
I'm in a daze.
A colored wound has formed
Under my skin.
Bulging in strength. Size.
Burning sensations
To a fingertip's touch
Ripple throughout
Within.
I fear
The needle pin.
Glistening metal toothpick
Held above my bruise
That strives to prick
A metal tip.
And send the vibrant ooze
Like sap down my skin.
And I'll cry in agonizing euphoria
As emotions pour
Like pounding orgasms
At your stomach's door.
I will shudder
Unable to control
My disjointed mutters
And emit
A guttural scream.
A harmonized stream
Of vocal kerosene.
Now light me on fire...
So that when you walk by again
I'll not be retired
To the passing thought
I have become
In your wind.
You will see the ways I cook
You will learn
The ways
I fucking burn.
As I transcend the fumes
Of time and space
And soak you
With just a goddamn trace
Of what I'm really worth.
And you will take in my smoke
Saying,
"Damn, He was put on this earth
For us all to choke..."
