Poisonous resentment, Dripping down my esophagus. Like the salvia you coaxed down my throat, Icy cold and bitter.
Purple chrysanthemums blooming, On my pale, once innocent flesh. Eyes fogged by deception, I am unable to escape you.
The seed of regret plants itself in my heart, Roots of the weeds rip through me, Polluting the heart, tainting the blood. Paralysed, you force me down and tear me apart.
Fog clears my vision just like drug laced honey you fed me I see your true form in the window of my future Pathetic old man, Iβm not afraid of you.
Your claws saturated with manipulation Grasp and tear at my flesh But you canβt trap me here any more Iβm not your hostage
This is a poem about my experience being about being groomed. Iβm not the best at poetry, I just use it to vent.