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.