He


He left me a letter,
stamped on it,
a snaky acid kiss.
As I opened it,
the poison entered my skin,
petrifying my will.
His words slowly did the kill.
So murderous in its strangle
of poetry! Kill, kill, killed me!

Incapable of reading more,
I tried to inhale deeply,
yet the oxygen seemed to pass, disperse outside
through the uninhabitable room in which I laid.
Alone, I gasped for air!
My eyes closed,
I swallowed his vengeance!
I was just another kill,
kill, kill, killed me.

© Virginia H. Guarddon, 18 days ago

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