Content Warning: violence, death

The snakes of your ego coil intentionally across our veins ---

I can’t breathe

                        We can’t breathe

the toxicity is too high –

it clouds

our judgment –

right and wrong

the ripples in the ocean –

caused by your compulsions, leaving

shattered, tormented mirages –

footprints on the shores of negligence

waves,

caused by retaliation, devotion, allegiance

to a bloodline –

a birth-right

misplaced

morality lingers in the air,

threatening to consume this home,

this world,

this creation

I want to close my ears –

shut out the sounds of poisoned asphyxiation,

shut my eyes,

not see mangled dying bodies of

severed relationships –

I do what I must,

what I can,

I drink this green poison, slurp

it down in one slimy gulp

no more poison,

no more suffering

no more conflict

I am dyed blue now

in these flames of retribution;

sparks dancing in my throat

the only poison resides within me now,

my blue tongue –

caged in golden cheeks –

spewing glass shards

of venom now

when spoken to

with

love;

scalding devotion

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Sanskrit: Halahala is the name of the poison in Hindu mythology that was resultant of the churning of the ocean when the world was created. The poison was harming both devas and asuras (gods and demons, alike). Shiva, the god of time and destruction drank the poison; his neck turning blue because of this. Hence, he is also known as Neelkanth (the blue-throated one)

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