Toxins in a Teacup.

I like to kiss the rim of cups

That steam with warmth on frosted nights,

Cracking lips on porcelain

Fill me with numbing delight.

I'll lift the cup towards my chin

And take the first, shallow sip,

Sweetened poison, yes I know,

I recall the feeling on my lips.

It makes my teeth rot and fray,

It leaves a sting on my poor tongue,

It leaves streaks inside my cheeks

And chokes the breath inside my lungs.

I'll cough out daisies as I heave

And down the burning verses,

Still, I'll drink your sweet concoction

And swallow all the jagged curses.

I'll keep swilling cups of venom

Until a hole within burns through,

My tongue already killed me

When it said, "I'd die for you."

The lonely hound has found its god,

And it worships hopelessly,

Despairingly, I'll mutter out,

"Will you also die for me?"

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