Posion

Like poison,

It flows through my blood,

Think and intense,

It is the serum of torture,

Inflicted on my poor mortal flesh,

Like a firey beast,

It raws,

It’s flames melting a path through my veins,

I crumble and collapse,

Hands pressed tightly to my chest,

I cry out,

As my tormentor ever present,

Rages war within my soul.

 

Hayley Geri 2017 ©

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Author: dreamingofluminousthings

Hey I'm Hayley. 25. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality.

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