Poison thuds in me
leaving me speechless
like the first snow in December.
Poison sparks in me
erasing the good
and tearing my little heart.
Poison bubbles in me
glass pierces through my feet
with every step I take.
Poison searches in me
I'm done feeding off your lies
the truth was just an illusion.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
