Prologue

Eyelids fall and the body is alone once more.
A long ache to stop feeling settles beneath its chest.
In a precise spot beneath the heart and behind the rib cage
near to the spleen and down to the pit of the stomach -
the venom settles.
It spreads up into the inflated lungs,
seeping its cold fingers up the twisted collarbone
and wrapping itself around the throat.
The tendrils of toxins creep their way into the mouth,
leaving a sour taste behind.
They sneak their way into the pearly whites of the eyes
and dance sanctimoniously around the irises and eyelashes.
Tears fall, in an attempt to rid the body of the malignity -
the venom.
An embitterment embedded within the skin.

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