This is what it is.
A different poison,
not quite as strong.
Sweeter.
Slower to take effect.
She feels good,
but I think you've
got the wrong idea.
This isn't what she does,
It's the delusion talking.
Careful scribe:
if you love words so much
they may come and nest in you.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Three Nights for Three Women
Posted by Katie Rose at 11:52 AM
Labels: retrospective posts, Stories and Poems
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