Those ivy vines wrapped tightly around my mind
Won't you let go? Have you no decency to shut the door this time?
Invading my every notion, those words trapped me in a spell
A potion set in motion, a chemical reaction
Then ****, you will appear. Now won't you just disappear?
Politely excuse yourself from my realm of thoughts
Cause you know, I have doubts'. A swirling catastrophic
mountain of them raining down on me. Flashing clearly
of warning signs. Do not enter, do not enter this mind
Proceed with caution, for fear of what you might find
An imprinted impression of fluent atrocities, dripping
leaking with regret and remorse, for what I cannot forget.
Similar to a slowly seeping tea bag, letting me taste little
by little, but never too much, all at one time.
© 2013 Christina Jackson