Custard

Our veins burn with subtle

irritation as the poison

passes through them and

into our bodies to find the

source and eliminate its growth

but all too often it eliminates

that which is good and true

and we pay the price and

become inundated with the

holy rice of illness as if we

were bride and groom and

this had become our vows

and our final marriage as we

join that which always was.

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