I am snake venom,
I want to disintegrate everything in my course
With a searing touch, elegant and slow.
I want to ask you, was it worth it?
Did the bite echo
a truth that you ignored?
(something you felt long before you felt me)
Now that I dwell deep inside,
The limp in your step, (gladly),
The numbness hanging over you.
- - -
Pour all your hatred into me,
I will bathe in it, it is my reason to live
To take the only possession you have left,
And make it mine.
Feel it seethe—
I will always have a place within you
Making your wound my home.
Tom Burr - Drunk Emily (2014)
"The title Drunk Emily is a direct reference to Emily Dickinson, a sublime poet and fetish character, who has become a mainstay for the artist.
Now viewed as one of pop figures of American culture, Emily Dickinson spent most of her life in her room on the top floor of her father’s home, isolated from the society of which she was nevertheless an acute observer.
For her, fantasy and imagination were the true means for acquiring an understanding of reality, and a way of conveying happiness.”
Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.