Poison

On the outside he’s stoic,
because he doesn’t want to show how bad his insides are doing.
His liver is oinking.
His blood is being anointed with
radioactive poison.
His pulse is shortening.
His breath is coarse
from his lungs being corseted.
It’s a bodily scourge
and he’s cursing
his attempt to calm his nerves
with this potent potion.

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