Sweet Poison Poem by Shreej k.c

Must be delirious, I shook hands
with a seemingly sweet scorpion
A scorpion it was...
soon handed jarful poison
Was I aware of its miasma
neither kills nor lets life glow
I drank it though
let it constrict my nerves
or claim us both in slow.

I drank the poison and
spilled through my eyes
never letting to figure
it was pain or joyous cries
for I blended them well beneath
ever stretched smile
chary to reveal clenched teeth.

Here, hand me more of it!
I am loving the stings, Sweet poison
Barf until you empty all abomination
I shall endure
till the last drop seeks innocousness
if only a day
you care to cast a tinge of benevolence.