I found him in the dim-lighting of a meadow. His skin, his breath, his kisses were dreams and berries to me. Poisonous and plucked from nature's own *****, I crushed him between my teeth, felt his sugary rush in my mouth, and spat him out for fear that his essence was dangerous. Oh, poisonous berries, strip me of life, place me in the deepest slumber, so that I may continue to dream of this infidelity forever.
sometimes she does not recognise herself she is not the same person from five years ago back then, things like innocence were real infedility was something other women practiced frequenty other women disloyal women not her though
she feels tainted, stained irrevocably ashamed marked with a poisionous cheater's kiss she wants to go back to wedded bliss she is desperately looking for some way to fix it to find some sort of reprieve
she stares into the ***** mirror hearing the whisper of her old friend, Fear telling her of the art of sabotage an art she wishes she'd never mastered what can I say? vows were made to be obeyed when she broke those sacred promises her soul shattered just the same so when she looks into that mirror her reflection is a stranger she wants to be anyone else not this unfaithful mess of a shell so she smashes that glass into tiny shards it's time to move on time to make a new start
fear taught her the art of sabotage now she's making a new start