It’s been months since the monsoon rains first came and now so used to the lukewarm season of your love you don’t even bother to cover up, exposing the destructive archetype that burrowed into your bones.
You bathe in hypocrisy like bath salts, resting in your skin soaked through and burning like acid, corrosive chemicals inhaled into my lungs, living through the air you breathe, your CO2. Your actions poison the tissues I sacrificed to be smoke, filling this bloody vessel full of letters you don’t know how to use. Write me an IOU whilst promising your words will change but cowardice hides behind a lion’s mane and they’re circling in numbers, and turning a deaf ear to their roars doesn’t stop them moving on, it’s just that first they’ll show up at your door.
Hungry instinct never listens to lip service, and after all, you promised them dinner.