Vomit-inducing
Mildly seducing
Intoxicating debris.
Found in my mind
Desperately trying
To get a hold on me.
Oh negativity
Your yawn opened my mouth
A ploy, a trick
To push that thick
And jagged blade on south
Quick enough I was
To avoid a slit throat
A second-split
Enough to spit
The red of blood's coat.
But scatter!
There's a dagger
Waiting at the back
A shift of garment;
Tugging arms
To brace the blade's attack.
I squeal, I squeal!
I'm falling!
Cold slap of ground is quick
To tell my senses they are leaving
As numbness heals my sick. |
Submission Name: It Seethes
