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Serenus Raymone Oct 2012
I loved the way the
lies

Slithered off of her
tongue

Making me feel like a
grown man

Even though my
actions were young

Yeah I was dumb

And at the time

Dumb was fun

That’s until I was overcome

With her venom

Leaving my body numb



Only feeling the
after affects

Of this meticulous attack

Not realizing I was
trapped

I had become an easy
snack

Her voice was so seductive

Telling me I must eat
the fruit

Even though I was
reluctant

I hungered for the
truth

The knowledge of good
and evil

Marinated in its
juice

Lost in the
wilderness

Because I chose to
break this truce



Blindly loyal

Constricted by her
coil

Her cold blood warmed

As my cool blood
boiled



Crushing everything
that was in me

Consuming everything
that was left

Keeping me alive-Only
so I can be

Cognizant of this
cruel  

And painful death
Bella Feb 2015
i. arachnophobia; fear of spiders. more common in females than males, why at night you choke on the idea of her fingers on him, long and thin.

ii. ophidiophobia; fear of snakes, fear of being crushed alive by commitment, why in the mornings you never left your number, why you don’t call her back, why you regretted it later.

iii. acrophobia; fear of heights. why she stays out of circuses and away from people like you who would make her fall in love.

iv. agoraphobia; fear of situations where escape is difficult, fear of the plane that takes her away, fear of the open crowded space of your ribcage where paintings of her still constantly hang.

v. cynophobia; fear of dogs, fear of the graves where good noses could dig up the mistakes you have made, fear of a girl who made you want to get a puppy and settle down somewhere finally.

vi. astraphobia; fear of thunder and lightning, fear of being alone in a house that always sounded like both, the stormclouds of your histories always brewing behind flimsy doors. fear of finding her there and having her kiss you in the rain. fear she’d never come back to you again.

vii. trypanophobia; fear of injections, fear of drugs, fear of the doctor who looked into your heart and told you that your shaky hands and bad dreams were a sign that she’s crept into your sleep.

viii. social phobias; fear of social situations, fear of your father’s white knuckles on the wheel while he says, “no son of mine is a ***** like this,” fear of her mother’s judgement, fear of not being enough.

ix. pteromerhanophobia; fear of flying, fear of remembering how long it’s been since you actually felt alive, why you trembled whenever you held her tight, why one day she frightened you so bad that you left in the middle of the lonely night.

x. mysophobia; fear of germs. why you knew you’d only get her covered in dirt. why looking at yourself in the mirror always seems to hurt. why you will never be happy without being hers. out of this whole messed up world, she was the only thing pure.
Oskar Erikson Jul 2016
There is a snake.
Its many beautiful scales criss-cross over
my heart. I. I. I.
promised to never tell a soul
and hoped to die.

I'll be swallowed whole.

Boa-constricting inside my head
until the ink coloured poison drip drops till
i'm dead

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