Poetry · Writing

honey dipp III

it's like we turned the clock; left everything the way it was, except for us. i've changed. either for good or for bad- the road traveled left scars memories; made a lot of 2nd opinions on things once ruled out. to give everything a second chance so life doesn't have anymore what ifs.

Poetry · Writing

poison

there is a poison inside me slithers through my fingers fang mark lingers slowly heavy fist feel heavy fist feel tightly around your throat lips feel heavy fang mark lingers there is a poison inside me slithers through our fingers