SMASH

your porcelain armour
and toothpick bones
mine was scarlet few times
too many
control overwhelms me
do i swallow your universe whole
to save my long gone pride
as you were once mine
my universe and nothing less

or more

or do i do
what i wish you had done for myself
once upon a time
hold your hands through the eggshell mesh
and nurse your toothpick bones

Do you still recall my touch?
How I played with your dainty fingers and
traced murals of dreams on your palm?
I wonder how it feels now,
like venom running through your veins.
I am the poison that your parents used warn you about as a child-
pure, unadulterated blight in alluring hourglass bottles.
Magnetic spectrums of colour,
mimicking spilled petrol,
enrapturing naive, starry-eyed souls
oblivious to the threat I pose.
The realisation; too late.
I destroy you,
leaving you feeling the rush of my affection
but innocently unaware I have forsaken you.
Neglected.
And, oh, how you’re addicted.
The destructive euphoria with which I intoxicate you,
mesmerised by the dilated eye of the magnified dust devil.
Cursed by my breath-taking, malevolent ‘love’