Maybe the poison comes from his mothers eye lashes.
maybe the way that they twitched during restless dreams transmitted the infection as he watched her kick speed so many times.
Or maybe the poison comes in the firm of words.
from guttural speech, improper grammar, and incomplete sentences.
Maybe the dissolution of union between introduction on conclusion contrived a concoction of poisonous gas.
He spent years picking his face in the mirror trying to expels the poison.
Deep inside deep inside phantom pain gets all the blame its all the same it never changes.
Maybe the way the world looks is a poison.
poisoned with people in poisonous homes.
Arsenic in the buildings.
Cyanide in the streets/
cancer cells planted inside of the children.
When they learn not to trust and their love Trans to hate.
The look of resignation poisons hope from his eyes: poisons hope from his eyes: poisoned blank to the point of complete apathy.
Sentenced to a prison of poisonous feeling.
Condemned to the length of his lost dignity.
SONG BY SEAN DUNNE