[pirate witch]: 524.Poetry.Where The Acid Goes - A Prose Poem

I wish I had more patience, any patience, but there is an acid in my brain that seeps down through my spine and threatens to infect my vocal cords. It settles just below my solar plexus when I am in this class, when to my left there are people who I would love to ignore and forgive, so maybe there will not be any more acid on my tongue when class is over and I can forget how it surges upward and threatens to escape whenever they speak, make eyes at themselves, these my best friends. Toxins are purple and green and black as bright as the sun, they swim between my temples and fester where my backbone enters my skull. My teeth burn orange and I might spit the resentment into thin air, chop cleanly through our fraying edges, damn myself to a colorless mine in the center of my skull. Your body needs some acid to survive, and I bite it back and push the yellow down into my boots, the green onto the page, so I may walk behind them sans bitterness and razor words.