Poetry

Betrayal.

She bleeds gold.
She tastes like cherries.
She smells of coconuts and flowers.
She looks like a goddess.
The room illuminates every time she smiles.
She speaks to you and you feel chills.
She never fails to draw attention.
She makes you forget to breath.
She will befriend you and you feel honored.
You become the air in her lungs.
You become the poison in her blood.
You become a god.
You become a dream.
You become a executioner.
You raided her kingdom and killed her.
You displayed her head as a trophy.
You killed a goddess.
You are a demon.
You breath fire.
You breath death.
You breath the thing I feared most.
Betrayal.