I will not be devoured.
By poisonous thoughts, old and new.
I will not collapse into a lifeless state of being;
By skeletons who call themselves, secrets.
I will not have a mental meltdown,
By the pressure found in me.
I will smash back death,
With every vulnerable cell, fueled by sugar.
With every pure thought devoured into darkness
I will spew out another one, and another…
Hoping they bind together in light, and manifest into fruit.
Anything but lemons. No more lemons.