JC

ten

 

 

 

Ten days,
the bitter 
taste of poison 
languidly rested
upon my 
swollen tongue;
writhing, 
until I spat her out. 

She lay there, 
legs spread,
naked; 
her golden skin 
licked wet 
by the evening sun. 

The moon rose,
and blossomed
full tonight. 

 

 

 

  • Author: JC (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2017 16:43
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • Esther J. Doucet

    Did the moon's rising and blossoming take place because you spat out your poison, or rather it rose and enabled/empowered you to spit out your poison?



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