Poisons

Some people are like poison

Without trying, thy permeate everything,

they affect us in ways unnatural to the soul, to the mind. 

And they become manifested within us like mucus clinging to vocal chords

that is both disgusting to harbor

and disgusting to expel.

Some people are like poison.

When you rid yourself of them you will be immune but still,

something essential will have been taken away from you.

Something you never noticed before

but sure as hell notice being gone

Some people

they enjoy being poison

they like to know they have the capacity to do things to you

things you could never reciprocate

some people

they hate being poison

they detest their inherent marring nature

their abraissave tendencies

Some of us are poision

some of us hate what we are

some of us hate each other

it comes and goes, 

some days we are ill with the poisions

other days we are ill with ourselves 

It comes and it goes

some poisons are people