Twisted Kiss

Written by: Megan O'Day

My hands are shaking, 
My knees are weak. 
What is this falling? 
A tear, on my cheek?
I’m trembling, 
Shaking at the thought. 
I see them glisten, 
The shine of the gloss. 
I feel the poison sink into my lips,
I have been infected by the twisted kiss. 
It is only faith, 
But this can’t be my time, 
I am the first to go,
But, then again, how am I to know?