Black Poison Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Black Poison



There are many words in my mind,
Few escape,
Through the pipes of the throat,
To the eyes of a face.

Breath, breath,
Swallow perfume,
Choke on hallow death,
Make death anew.

Swallowing each drop,
As if it were the last.
The poison in the chalice.
Is green and yet black.

Monday, August 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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