"Tommy look up!" Violets hand pointed upwards towards the sky, the tiny fist curled with just one finger out, jutting towards a cloud that looked like a bunny. She laughed, squealed even before throwing herself onto the ground and looking up at the parade of white fluff. Tommy laid next to her, and the contrast of blonde to brown hair mixed into a sea of bronzy gold. They could lay like this for hours she realized. It was as if they did, and more. Every day the two would do this, every day they would lay out in the field and watch as the clouds drifted by, pointing out shapes and making stories. As they got older, and seasons changed they gre
And so she said, can't you see I'm a poison?
Just a drop starts the process,
and soon the pain spreads,
but it lodges deep in your heart the most.
The ache lingers till it consumes your soul,
and then you're never free of me,
Never free to even breathe without me there,
Without me in your head,
calling, waiting, seeping.
I'm a poison, a succubus, a man eater
And instead of your life force,
I consume your heart and soul.
With a tear in her eye she stared at the man,
holding his life and heart in the palm of her outstretched hand,
and with a rattle breath in her chest she utter two words at best,
I'm sorry.