"envenoms" poems
The howl of the wind creeps into the darkest parts you; finally ridding the dust that lay heavy on your aching bones.
A single bite from her starved mouth envenoms you with addiction – another, and she’s left sanguinary. hungry and wanting for more.
Wait for her night to find you – let it sink its claws into your back; smiling as she watches you bleed.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC