when I left you,
i found teethmarks.
not love bites,
but ones of malice.
you raised your fangs
and pierced my skin.
i was expecting a boa.
you were a black mamba.
it would be a quick kill.
no bones would crack.
it would be a quick kill.
no time for heartache.
it would be a quick kill.
then you'd devour me.
yet, you slithered away.
making me a meal
was not your plan.
you'd let me suffer,
alone.
i wait for your venom.
it thickens my blood,
my heart like cement.
your first victim.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesíamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
