Bitter Nightshade
I fall
deeper
into the swamp
your words
creep
from beneath
choking me
twisting
constricting
pulling me
under
your murky water
filling my head
with confusion
filling my eyes
with disillusion
filling my mouth
with lies
as your lips
touch mine
sucking me
under
further
deeper
into
your swamp
until
you are all I can taste
and
I am entwined
in your vines
slowly
creeping
into my
heart















Comments
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away - Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away - Carl Sandburg
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Just make-believe.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away - Carl Sandburg
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