Omer 8 - ouroboros trap

with flesh necrotic, in chronic habit to

self-cannibalize in fevered attempt

to suck out the venom

not realizing, in our panic,

the rotting flesh comes from bear traps

we set off time and time again.

we allow each other to bite into sweet poison

for we are are used to the taste

and ignore the stinking mess left behind

among rubble created from our own rampage.

the lashing out stinging fierce as if you and i

snapped the bone leading to the pain

of our own doing.

but you did this.

i did this.

our pain ours to sear and tear off,

to stop infection before leaching into bloodstream,

before leaching to ones in proximity

of the gaping wound we failed to stitch and clean in time.

so we swallow the toxins.

so we press others drink from it.

so we ruin.

all the while our antidote sits by, ready,

for the time we are finished partaking

in the ouroboros trap

which turns flesh necrotic, turns to chronic habit

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