Your lips, poison apples
Deadly and delicious
Delightfully deceiving
Ate them all up
My tastebuds are all grieving
Whisper my name
Tickle my skin
Stab a knife in my gut
Crush me like tin
Glimmer like cherries
They drip blood red
Got my brain in a vice
Killing my head
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365 days of Ashes
PoesíaOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
