would you recognize it by taste?
the darkness, i mean.
would the bitterness
creeping up your throat
be a familiar sting?
the rash that i know
like the back of my hand
on your back, or your hand,
you would overlook.
see, to taste the bile
and never puke
is to accept that the darkness
comes from within.
there's no foreign substance,
nothing that hasn't always been inside.
it will try and claw its way out
but you know to shove it down.
better to burn deep within
than know you lit others on fire.
you won't comprehend
and i won't try to force it.
your lips drip with honey,
bubbling up from your gut
filled to the brim with pure good.
you have never been evil;
you've not even been wrong.
when the tar gushes from my mouth,
you're repulsed.
the lightness you see in yourself
rejects the darkness you see in me.
though tar and honey stick
just the same, you hide yours
with sugar and fool even yourself.
sweet darkness goes down easier.
~mj