Sipping at Poison

I’ve been here before.

I recognize the door.

I know what’s on the other side.

What can it hurt, just to take a peak?

I’ll close it quickly right after.

But the lure is strong

my heart pounds faster

This time is different

it won’t be the same.

Lies are planted and eyes are blinded

Just a sip

a little taste

oh, and just one more

No! Not again?

My stomach turns sour.

The taste of death.

The taste of anquish.

Writhing in pain I rush out the door.

Published in: on April 20, 2009 at 10:08 pm  Leave a Comment  

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