It is not greed,
The thirst for riches.
It is not lust,
The hunger for skin.
It is not wrath,
The delight in spilled blood.
It is not sloth, jealousy, gluttony, or pride.
It is simply evil,
Devoid of complexity,
Absent and empty.
It is all-encompassing, surrounding you, surrounding me,
In a cloud of poison, toxicity.

you were my poisonous apple
you looked so perfect
you knew all the right words to say
you had my heart almost immediately
how could i have known you were delicately made
to look to desirable?
i didn’t even know i was poisoned until you were gone
and i had swallowed every last piece of you.