Spit it out.
That curse.
That venom in you.
Know that it will
infect your soul.
Have you ever known
what it is
to feel the very
promise of hope
seep from your bones?
Cold,
beyond rigor mortis.
Dead,
but with eyes to see.
Never wish
those kind of outcomes
on any friend,
or any enemy.
There’s a fine line
between living right
and dying.
It’s about time
to get in the fight,
or die trying.
You’ve been imbibing
that liquid wickedness
your whole life.
Your teeth and gums
are stained with it,
your insides
blacker than night.
I have to ask you,
is it even worth it?
Trying to save your life.
Is there some end state
where you walk in the light?
Heaven help us.
you and me,
we’re two souls
set to collide.
head on crash.
You know it could never be
any other kind.
Then I see it,
a hint of clarity
in your eyes.
Just like the prayers I spoke
to put some hope in mine.
HG – 2022
