Poisoned words fall from a serpent's tongue as venom carelessly stings, though salt in the wound would never do this pain justice. My skin itches and aches until I become confused about why these emotions burn,
did they hold the intention to disturb me? For your toxic vapours pour over my innocent form; infecting every fibre, and I lie in wait, silently waiting and seething. I am a boiling teapot that has suddenly lost its voice. I am a tired prey not wishing to be hunted in this unexpected dark. Like an innocent three year old
I cover my eyes; because if I can't see you then, surely, you can't see me either. These hours have been relentless as I wrestle with thoughts of horror and loss that I pray will never happen here. And yet; even though it went against every fibre, I couldn't help but curl my lips around yours, whilst wrapping slithering tendrils around your inviting and comforting waist.
And one day, I'll lure you back into my deceitful trap-
and you will remember-
