Prolonged Grief

It is certainly difficult to gulp down the poison 

and wake up with sparkling white teeth 

And with all that poison within your entrails

If you do not choose to bite, 

If you do not spit out blood 

That smile might mislead, 

might burn embers in your soul 

But, honey, the whiteness kills

It has always killed so 

Being nothing but a daughter of grief 

I have stories to tell about illusions,

about hallucinations, about blurry visions

I can tell you when and where you chose to dissolve

your last broken heart 

But, honey, the brokenness kills

It has always killed so 

To lose myself into you and still be stiff

demands art, demands a spineless spine 

And when death peeks you from far every day 

If you ask for a two pence gunshot wound 

It would not matter, it is mere false firework 

But, honey, your penis-less-ness is silent 

And silence asks no proof.