Virulent

This is a recent poem that I wrote.

I have an angel and a demon.

No, I have two demons.

One speaks the sweetest words of honeysuckled intimacy.

The other reveals an isolated cave,

He shows me the drip, drip of solitary dew.

I prefer the latter demon.

His visions have no sugar.

The first one gives me heartburn.

I do not know.

I've kissed a lot of candies before, what did they do for me? Chivalric snakes, arterial gladiators-

Wait is that a flower?

Belladonna or calendula?

We were all seeds once,

But they grow so differently.