the scourge of your love

is one I’d accept any day

pain and pleasure become acquainted

love and hatred becoming one

your love was the scorpion’s sting

I relish the venom

I’d never felt alive

until it was in my veins

I refuse the antidote

with gritted teeth

only the scorpion’s stinger

can pierce the veil

Ripping through that thin fabric

between conscious and unconscious

alive and dead