Venom

We are charged by the very thing that becomes poisoned to the charge.



I am bringing flowers

I am bringing a gun in a pillow-case.



This misunderstanding is just a standing, misleading.



Troubles asphyxiate.

The heat is packed deep.



Still, the movement of energy in motion;

Of gallant emotion riding in, igniting.

We eat off our flower heads.



©-Sonja J. Johnston 17-Mar-2014