Wicked Brew
Tear encrusted eyes
breaking wide with disbelief
as the melody of strife slips from crimson tongue
shooting through a still beating heart
and turning the fleshy member with searing
streams of fierce magma
The room spinning off an axis
once held fast by an abstract
and coveted by the gossamer winged cherubs of old
Now little chubby faces melt into an acrid stew
of bile and poisonous black
Wrenching the daggers out
She turns away and recovers from the menacing onslaught
A wicked brew spews and froths with malicious intentions
Seeping from every pore
holding her arms close
Steeling the shattered nerves
Stench wafting from the oral pit
As to sound the drums of battle
Trumpeting sweet vengeance in cold response
"I never loved you"
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