I have poison at the tip of my tongue

Dark chocolate

Too bitter

Too toxic and

Too true

To share

We’re supposed to talk about things

To give darkeness air

But whenever I open my mouth to speak

It gets

stuck

to

the

roof

of

my

mouth

Like candy

And there’s never a good time

To spatter cyanide

In the car? At dinner between courses?

Popping balloons

With close friends whos thoughts are either pastel

Or already tie-dyed black?

What if to them it means nothing?

Or worse

What if I tell them and

They make it stop?

What if they make me stop

So I say nothing

Close my mouth

And I swallow

It tastes bittersweet

Hoarding poison

Oh how I love the taste of

Dark chocolate