Spellbound

A gleam of white
from a fountain
of poisonously sweet
lies.

A word
two letters
that should end it all,
but to say it
would end oneself.

Red;
a color of
passion,
hot and envied,
running
thick and warm
down skin.
you should enjoy it.

Murky,
purple and black twilights
painted onto the flesh
of a woman
who didn’t know how to fight back.

~Ash~

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