she poisoned me with kindness she hadn’t read my notes my meds were contraindicated and
strangled up my mind they sent me to a hospital where I had to rebuild my life they say the dose makes the poison and blood can never lie she
put death in my veins and shrugged
as she watched me die
liar liar your tongue’s on fire your criminal expulsion didn’t sweeten the medicine it merely printed a shadow on my membrane but I’ve gone all forensic with finely tuned instruments I know exactly where the wind is blowing your eyes led me to certain conclusions they’re a mirror to the truth so I know that you were lying are your words narcotic? do they ease a troubled mind? do you take me for a chump? or is that mendacious mouth of yours just something to hide behind?
