Ophelia


The water that drowns me,
The shimmering snake’s lethal venom,
The piercing thorns of a fragrant rose.
Your beauty, your gaze, your touch,
Cuts me, heals me,
Tears me open again.
I gladly take you into
My lungs, my veins, my body and soul.
Beaming, I wilt.
Contented, I expire.
Every inch of me,
Poisoned,
Teeming with our tainted,
Unrequited
Love.

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