little gossamer teeth.
he spits clear acid
and it burns my face,
sinks into my eyes.
and suddenly i'm blind, blind, blind,
so when he leans in to kiss me
i can't see the black forked tongue
that slides down my throat
and cuts my insides up
his beady black eyes
are flecked with gold
and i think i see
puddles of sunshine
in them
when it's really just my own soul
slipping from my body
and being sucked into his pupils
he blinks once, twice, three times,
and a clear liquid coats his eyes,
encasing my shimmering soul in them
permanently
i drop to the ground
YOU ARE READING
lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
