Core of glass

Written by: heidi dillon

Whispered words curl greedily around my soul,
slipping slyly from your poisoned lips,
enveloping my being in your deception.
Delicately promising a love of pure decadence,
yet each word is laced with intricate malice,
barbed wire hatred masquerading  as rose petals.
Caught in webs of your lies,
silently pleading for insanity's solitude,
as I languish in your core of glass.