Sweet words line your lips

they’re laced with saccharine that feels

like molasses as it goes down


I become entrapped


You’ve always had it in you

that sick thrill


Your eyes would turn crimson

the same color my cheeks would


I began to fall for that sting


Your fingers

like little webs

That entangled themselves

over my chest

into my heart


I began to ache

I felt as if I would bloom

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