Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Poetry- Untitled

We played in sinister vines. Hid
away. Evil entwined. My blood
ran cold when you smiled. My 
lips matched the grape buds. You
said we could lay here awhile.
Manic moonlight cuddling. Your
eyes turn black. I can't see 
through your charm of ecstasy.
I just feel the dampness of the
dirty ground on my back. The 
glint of silver in the starlight. 
A gentle, yet soothing attack. 

-Jennifer Patino

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