A Poisonous Poem

A Poisonous Poem

Poison
is obvious,
right?
It smells rotten
or looks dangerous
or feels scary.

But the insidiousness
of a good poison
is that it’s none of these things.

It smells sweet
tastes delicious
feels so normal…
like cyanide
or antifreeze
or refined sugar.

And then there are the poisons
that fool us entirely.
The invisible poisons
we aren’t even aware are
slowly killing us.

Like a bad relationship
a smothering job
a noxious environment
or our saboteur mind.

We slowly asphyxiate
engorge
lose consciousness
assuming the poison
is either essential
or unavoidable.

Eventually, we believe
we are the problem
and thus we become
our own
Poison

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