A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Her Deadly Spell

Scolding tea,
the smell of infused spices permeate the dreary smoke ridden air
Gently– she takes another drag off the end of her cigarette inhaling the fumes in her lungs,
each movement glistening light off the glimmer off of jagged nails coated in a sharp red
Stirring ever so gently the brew within,
her eyes glare faintly with seeming disinterest

A lover’s bed…
With room only for the living,
her arms flex with the pink areolas of shivering breasts glistening from the sunlight penetrating the blinds
Love for pay, oh what a fortune he had,
the green filth ridden satin sheets ringing in her ears as cent after cent
To death to us part my love,
only some of us depart far sooner than the other!
Smirkingly pleasantness encroaches her at the sight of the corpse caressed against her broad shoulders,
she delicately sips from the mug

Dearest, dearest, what did I forewarn about the urgency of patience?
If only you had taken a lady’s advice on waiting,
may it have not been so that the death inducing euphoria of cyanide elixir been yours to have at such a tragic end
Oh, how, if you only slowed down,
sighing the sweet poisoner tingles with uppermost delight



2 comments on “Her Deadly Spell

  1. johncoyote
    January 24, 2015

    You are a amazing storyteller. A outstanding poem.

  2. johncoyote
    January 24, 2015

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    A amazing Poet and storyteller. Please read and enjoy.

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