I was the blood that bred ill
the treasure of moments
taken
without due care,
eloquent
the whisper of death
I ghosted into your dreams
watched you undress,
penetrated your innocence,
lust dispossessed.
You took me with the smile
cruised my affection,
danced
with drunken allure
upon my fertile ground
hooked on the ether of desire
you completed me,
evolved, perspired
never defeated me,
needed the need.
I was the flame of devastation
the tragedy of your mothers nightmare
bored into your flesh,
I trashed your love and
dissolved the skin.
Immersed my poison into your womb,
caught the demon of every fable
entwined your longing,
twisted it
turned the tricks
white lies
ripped
your husband
from within your mind
tossed him aside.
© 2007 Michaela James.
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