Boiling point



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.


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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