(((***fire***))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Breathing in your-

Pre-polluted air-

While drowning in a sea of Heavy-Metal;
...I swallow
(Noxious)

But it is the corrosive bite that burns-
...The Aorta

And ignites my vascular roadway;

Mapped across the inflamed soft tissues-

...And mucous membranes of my body;
...On route?

Trying desperately to bury my words
...Of August,2009?

This your plan? .........?
...'A slow kill? '


Post mortem: Autopsy-

Comes the ugly truth-it chills

Death from: Internal FIRE

...And drowning in: Quicksilvers

...Bitter Pill! ! !



From: ***The Attic Of My Heart