Velvet Tongue
oozing the poisonous liquid
of the tendrils which fall from your mouth
disguised as words of comfort
painful as it bites
into my red and seared skin
begin
again
bend that awful truth
where deception lies
on that drool.
drip..
drip...
drop!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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