Written by idlebrainJuly 6, 2017July 6, 2017 THE POISON Poet's Corner At first it tasted bitter. Rancid. I choked unable to chew, disgusted unable to spit owing to pride, View original post 59 more wordsShare this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.