Pour the pink heart sap into a saucer
Drink it slowly, cherish the taste
My naive ways no longer guide me with grace
Such a waste.
Flood gates open and my eyes light up
Like gazing into a crystal ball seeking an answer
You won’t find solutions in your bed next to her
Blood curdles — anger.
Suck out the poison from the forbidden fruit
Venomous snakes won’t hurt you
She will, as emotions surface through
But your truth never was, it washed away with the floods
Disintegrating with the current
Where does it lead me, undertow-deterrent
Let the gate break free and swing wide
Covers on beds cradle toxic heads
It’s far fetched, the zenith to zed
Over — nothing left can be said.