The danger comes from the inside (poem)

~written in one of dissociation-like episodes,  I don’t know what my own poem is about but hey~

I die from the inside out
From my stomach, appendix, cheeks
His words trickle down my thighs
Like holy red wine
Ivy growing from my womb to my throat
You stop smiling as I tell you
The danger comes from the inside


What you love- death by poetry 

Die by what you love 

I will choke on words

Swallowing poetry raw 

I will go with

Sonnets in my mouth

And elegies in my hair 

No blood on my hands 

Just rhyme on my tongue 

And verse in my bloodstream