🖤 Venom into Gold

 

           Let them hiss.

Let them spit.

Let their words slither

in the dark corners of their mouths.

I do not flinch.

I collect.

Every drop of venom,

a tincture.

Every whispered curse,

a coin.

Their gossip gilds my altar.

Their envy oils the wheels of my rise.

For I have mastered the craft

of transmutation.

I wear their spite like serpents—

coiled, jeweled, and gleaming.

I drink their poison like wine

and turn it into profit,

pleasure, and power.

Let them speak my name with venom—

I’ll sign it in gold.

So be it.

And blessed be.