Cant Be Trusted
With diamond like skin, she cut me deep with her venomous attitude
Frustrated at the sound of her voice,
nauseous at the smell of her breath
My blood pressure boils angrily,
turning my head into a tea pot
As she slithers closer to me, my skin begins to crawl
For she is slimy like the wettest reptile
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016
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