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a web of poison entwined underneath the moon
drops of rain glisten brilliantly in the night
the seductive beauty draw you too close
dazzling you blind until it can reach you
winding its transparent threads around your body
you feel the poison burning through you like cold fire
and feel like you’re embracing electric steel
an icy mist veils your eyesight
everything looks like a wet, smoking picture
not real yet delicate as a porcelain bone
a whispering laugh can be heard from the stars
and as your last breath comes out in a small white cloud
your worries die, time stands still, and haunting eternity awaits.
-4/19/98
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes