scorpion venom

It was easy for ninety peopleto drink eighty bottles of wine.It's hard to paintthe tumors hot pink,to let all of the venom in the worldeat up your blood and sting yourstomach lining.It was so hard to feel my breathand my bones turn to asheswhile I tried to look happyto still be here.In the violet hour beforeit all begins again, I can hearthe other side calling so softly.Like moths burning on a light bulb.I'm so close- closing my eyesis so goddamned easy.But then they all come throughthe door and I snap back to myself.The weapons won't be laid down today.Dying is much too easy.Let's make Hell wish it could have me.

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