Kayla Kerns

Perhaps I’m the poison
On your tongue crawling down your throat
Headfirst, body contorting
Make it fit! Make it fit!

Gouging your insides
A parasite
Spewing eggs and seed
Larva tickling the back of your throat
I sip your stomach acid
Fine wine! Fine wine!

The noxious gas in your veins
Curdling your blood
Beating through your heart 
Ripping the chambers to shreds 
Stewing within your bones
Let it simmer! Let it simmer!

KAYLA KERNS loves staying home to read books and drink tea.