Tar

I want to
lick the tar
from your tongue
and feel its poison
slid down inside me

choke you out and
smoke the child you
thought you left in
a coffin six feet under
your heels
and just a few feet shy of
who you used to
be

I want to feel
your little white
coffin nails
drag the everything
from within me

I want to
lick the tar
from your tingue
and remind you
who's killing who