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Temporary home, I'll be all alone.
Roses in gardens all is filled with poison thorns.
Nose bleeds, no breath, my dreams turn to storms.

Wake me up to the sound of your voice.
You'll come over? the sky turns white.
Meet me there tonight, I'm not up to another fight

Kisses taste like sorrow as bridges stay hollow.
Loves bites bleed, I'm yours indeed
Nothing guaranteed, yet you know I'll follow.

How come bruises are mistaken for kisses?
Behind the curtains it all lies.

By: Zoulaikha
How can bruises be mistaken for kisses?
Kitt Sep 2023
Teeth sink into cold flesh
Piercing thin skin
The crunch of triumph rings:
devour me whole
Leave nothing behind
but the rotting, browning, sugary core
and seeds with a tiny drop
of cyanide
(if ever, in case, the apple bites back).

Break me down to my barest pieces
and root shiftlessly through the rubble
clean house, so they say, and getting
ready for spring
Rid yourself of the taste of me.
There lies a poison, that runs so deep.
It dwells within, in the darkest hue,
A lethal venom, my poison is you.

Your allure so strong, I can't escape.
A toxic addiction, I can't undo,
Entangled in your web, my poison is you.

With every breath, I inhale your spell,
Into the deep abyss, I quickly fell.
Your touch so electric, my heart beats anew,
Enchanted by your charm, my poison is you.

You're the sweetest ache, consuming my soul,
Leaving me helpless, unable to control.
Intoxicating whispers, I'm tempted to pursue,
Bound by your charm, my poison is you.

I'm aware of the risks, the hazardous chase.
But I find solace in this twisted taboo,
Though it may destroy me, my love for you is true,
Forever entwined, my poison is you.
Pale windows.
Tender flesh, pale & thin;
Cigarette burns pock cratered skin.
Entrails that entail, poison foretaste.
Hidden, not much to be read, that
Of false smiles, on a plaster face.
The cancer within,
Almost at its brim,
Building to the self-consumption
Surely bound to take it's place.
Kriya Artha Jun 2023
Sweeter than the poison,
your kiss on my lips so genuine,
Tighter than the vine,
Your grip on my soul so divine.

I shake it off, I shake myself,
I drown everything in the sorrow well,
You are everywhere, you never leave
You come back to me with every breath.

I hope to live long enough,
I enjoy this poison of loneliness,
Your love, so serene and so violent,
your love is my one constant.

I hope to live long enough,
to die in your arms my darling!
N May 2023
You called for me
after I uttered your name
in a passing conversation,
but it’s too late now, father

You see,
I’ve already drank
your poison,
I savored it to the last drop

It’s in my bloodstream,
it’s in my hollow stomach,
it’s pouring over
everything that I am today

My soul is mine,
you can’t touch it,
it’s achingly burning from a
fire I can’t extinguish alone

Your name is laced
with mine, I’m sorry
I couldn’t forget you

But please let me
keep my soul,
It’s mine,
but can I keep it?

It burns me,
let me keep it anyway
I had a dream about him again recently, and remembered this old poem I wrote about him.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2023
~
if you're feeling sinister tonight, come inside the darkroom. picture yourself pouring over mental images of a demure young botanist, loitering around the trapdoor of nostalgia, kissing someone new for the first time.

now imagine she is conscious and clustered in titillating blur, her smile beachy and airborne, with only the slightest suggestion that something troublesome is lurking underneath.

can you see her double exposure? totally tranquil, she poses with an arsenal of poisonous plants, as if she’s already slipped their venom into your tea.

~
Irem Jan 2023
the flower
holding on to the soil
with what's left from
its' root, lost in turmoil
lost most of it
lost to the attacks
of its own species
lost when it trusted
them the most, because
the flower didn't fit in
Brandon Jan 2023
the snake—
alluring notions held in its eyes
tongue twitching with noxious desire
arrogance held in a sauntered slink
vile venom dousing budding souls
—lends itself to this nature
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