Halogens
The halogens are consuming me. Like alkali I'm being drug in the family. The metal, the handle, the edge, the tip. The end of all we know so full and fit. Like me I'm just in pain legit, bringing my thoughts to the table and consuming this. It's a deadly kiss goodnight, cause its now night. Flying colors on the floor, on the windowsill. On the glass reflecting the feel. The seal of approval, the devouring so lethal. It's pain it's an act of gain. It's the fact of reasoning that makes me feel insane.
poem by Joshua Vesofen
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