The Truth About Unspeakable Things

The dark quiet settles 

in the ridges of curves

and ravines, lightning

just passing through

tongue clamped between

teeth gnashing for release

but dull and neutral instead

tongue hanging - lolling -

the tip withered of venom,

Oleanders waiting to be kissed,

while poison collects just 

underneath the muscles

waiting to spit toxins

instead of dopamine

waiting to spit

unspeakable things

 

The Oleander shrub is the most poisonous plant in the world from root to petals