Hunni
She drifts into oblivion.
For the web’s branches stretch
Their ominous nature unbecoming.
Caressing her thighs, feeding her lies
Frolicking in their sins, unashamed of their nature.
The web tightens around her throat, suffocating her lungs
screaming into the abyss
reaching for salvation of honeysuckle bliss.
Tablet of honey, round and small
Whispers its sonnets of love and devotion.
Cracked lips, pale face.
Drowning deeper with haste
The world grows bleaker each day.
Dazzling light shines afore me,
“Please tell me I didn’t overdose.”
Copyright © Ja'Tanaisha Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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