Its consistency is thick

one cannot separate

it is dark and congealing

it never lets go

the need and power

is like a haunting

seed of

poison

Taking us over

to wrench it off

would be to tax us

of all we

have

it climbs up our limbs

its sting

like the cruelest sword

but once it is within

the sting is like a tickle

to wrench it off

would be to tax us

of all we

have

once we have succumbed to it

it never lets go

some call it revenge

I call it the

sweetest poison