Drowning. In layers of me.
In folds, and crinkles, and pores, and holes, and wrinkly-dots, of me.
In heaviness, and weightiness, and spacey-ness, and in square-meters, of me.
In fucking pools of black poison, inky, staining, poisonous, pools, of me.
I'm a stain.
I'm a fucking blackberry stain, bitter-sweet and toxic-touch on your lips; lingering there for half a second too long; just half a second.
And then it's too late.
I'm within you, part of you; spreading through the cracks in your lips, the holes in your pores, the veins in your heart.
Pumping through your coronaries and pumping through your pulse.
Toxins, bursting into the air; an invisible, slippery, slimey, clear-black, toxin.
And I live in you.
it's the only way out.