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’