I wasn't going to post this because I wrote this last night for a 1v1, but I decided, "Ah, what the hell..."

Note: First piece in a very very long time that I've actually used any sort of a rhyme scheme

poem, C4C


A Sublime Feast

I trade kisses with death wishes
as though they never come true.
Waiting to exhale the details
of my ever foreboding adieu.

It feels like I float as I slit my own throat
slaying concertos with a latching larynx.
Glorious as Horus it then becomes a chorus
where nobody has the breath to say, “Jynx.”

And it kills me to think that so many drink
from the fountain of youth, run dry.
But like cancer berry jam and emphysema ham
it has never tasted so great to die.