The Black Murky Phlegm inside your chest
Crawls through your veins
leaching into your finger, into your words
into your eyes
till all you see of people
are twisted, snarling faces
all you see is an aggression towards you
a hatred
a brutality
all you see is that they see
the same as you see
when you see yourself
the ugliness, the wretchedness
the black murky phlegm.
Every once in a while, when contact comes to close
You open your mouth
and fire
sharp acidic drool
a smoking black stench
that burns the flesh
the defense mechanism
the terrorist on the inside
the black putrid mess
at the base of your gut
slowly pulling everyone down
down to the bottom
down into nothing
where you can finally pretend to be safe.
