here lies two poems by Taylor Rossics

Autointoxication

I’ve been told that I need to extend my forgiveness.

Instead, I offer you this.

I hope you find yourself tasting your own saccharin syrup

and rot.

They will never be clean, some things you just can’t shed.

It could have been stopped, he shouldn’t have stayed.

Do you know what I mean? Did you hear what I said?

Strip the sheets, strip the need to burn the bed.

Know that before this, it was made.

They will never be clean, some things you just can’t shed.

Rip the greed out of blankets, split the seams, ruin the desire to run red.

Learn how to live unmade.

Do you know what I mean? Did you hear what I said?

Let things lie, if they’re dead.

If not, kill them, take the blade.

They will never be clean, some things you just can’t shed.

Give only to yourself and push down the dread.

Stop bargaining, do you really think that God can be paid?

Do you know what I mean? Did you hear what I said?

Your silence won’t speak well, but you already cleaned what you bled.

You tried, you promised, you prayed,

but we will never be clean, some things you just can’t shed.

Do you know what I mean? Did you get what I said?