distillations of thought,
i filter everything that i say.
to make it safe -
like drinking water -
so that infection doesn’t breed in your body
to the art of my mind
and my viscous honesty.
-
toxicity that runs like streams from my mouth,
nuclear fallout.
you pray for me
to dissipate but I am there to remain,
looming over you as a sickness, illness.
choking you,
with the truth.
-Su Wen