rustling with discretion,
hiding behind a sickly-sweet exterior.
whispering, whispering subtleties
into my ear.
you say you're divine?
no, you're d i a b o l i c a l.
because even though you
whisper them,
they're still words
that drip with h a t r e d.
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YOU ARE READING
ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES
Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
