Poison

Mashiyat Nayeem
Mashiyat Nayeem
14 June 2017, 18:00 PM
UPDATED 15 June 2017, 00:00 AM
A vial, Concoction of crimson, lilac, sickly green.

A vial,
Concoction of crimson, lilac, sickly green.
No room for trial.
Put the stopper on death.

An apple,
Glimmering, red, token of kindness.
The stuff of fairytale.
Poisoning my trust.

Sugar-coated words, dipped in honey,
The venom that drips from your mouth
Laced with malice, washed over me.
Poisoning my ears.

The mind,
A wanderer in murky waters.
Evocating the lost desolation.
Poisoning my soul.

You,
Malevolence twirled in your eyes
Yet I come back every time.
Poisoning my heart.

Why reach for the bottle?
Let the churning toxicity caress you instead.
Life may be poisonous,
And you may be too.