Despite the warning signs

I pressed myself against your skin,

let the acid burn away my fingerprints

until only teeth were left

to identify the body by.

 

You were poison and venom,

though it’s unclear how

the first dose was administered.

If you closed your mouth

around my throat

or if I sank my fangs into you.

 

What doesn’t kill you

can make you stronger.

Or shift the basis of your DNA

until the mutations

become the building block

of something new and half done.

 

When I recognized us

for the first time

I didn’t know my own face.

Something that toxic

could never be real.

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Daily Prompt: Toxic