Toxic Waste

I’m the type of toxic

That whispers sweet melodies

In your ear after

Using those lips to

Kiss my newest side piece

The kind of toxic that

Needs a few rounds of

Filtration before being suitable

For others’ consumption

The one who mastered

Gaslighting and manipulation

I have a way with my words

Know exactly how to

Make you stay

While I was bathing in

The innocence of my youth

He spilled his waste

Over my body until

I grew gills and learned

How to swim in it

This mess wasn’t yours

To clean up but

Now you’re laying here

Gasping for air

You’ll never breathe again

So I teach you how

To grow gills too