Animosity

Injected
With poison red
Through skin torn by sharp words, remarks, shouts.

Filled with the boiling brew,
Simmering in the shadows black.

Tied down by shackles of hope-smothered desperation
To the cot scarred with past conquests' screams.

The poison spreads;
A weed plaguing the Garden of Eden,
Lava swallowing a city slowly.

The poisonous heat builds, leaks through skin
Leaving hot trails scarlet
Of toxic liquid on the cement floor
Until the skin is charred, a candle wick past its prime,
Barely concealing a frayed framework of bones and systems.

The poison drips at an agonizing pace from the holes marring the burned skin,
Leaving the quaking form haunted by a beat beat.

Beat beat.



Alright, you guys. I haven't written anything in a while so I'm a bit rusty. This is more angsty than my usual writing, I swear I'm not an unhappy person! So tear this apart, you guys. I need to get back into the writing groove.