Poison

Tue, 05/02/2017 - 16:49 -- Rae.Fen

It’s been three weeks

Since I’ve tasted his mouth

And two weeks

Since I’ve realized how utterly replaceable I am

 

22 days

And I’m still hungry for a poison

Being shared with someone else

It’s starvation or intoxication

And either option is slow and painful

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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