Carolina Reaper

They say poison kills,

so why am I not dead?

I consume and I devour

the filthy existence.

Like an hour hand, I go and I come back

I will keep ticking if it stops the aching.

I have no worry.

Let your poison pervade me,

if it means in your presence I can be.

If my life is a fleeting moment,

I want to be tethered to you.

Like a tailor, I will keep coming back,

no matter how hard the needle stings.

My Carolina Reaper

I can't take you in small doses.

I'd rather overdose on you.