It started with the high levels of uncertainty
Followed by the flu of broken trust
then the cough exploited emotions
Next came the fatigue of betrayal
She was sick more sick than she had ever been before
My words and actions were the antidote to this sickness.
The prescription.
But instead ,she kept on swallowing the poison her lover fed her.
When the poison had kicked ,the "lover" was out of sight
She laid in bed terminally sick
The next poison her way death