Negative O Poison

I bit my tongue so hard 
you screamed on my behalf. 
You demand a truth
you can’t survive.
I know you’re expecting a dot of blood
(how much trouble can a mute get into?),
but if you pick this never healing scab
I will bleed. 
Onto you. 
Onto me.
Onto every joyous thing.
You will drown 
in my toxic life,
and you will blame
me.