Unlucky Poem by Patti Masterman

Some people's nearness stuns your life;
Their eyes are loaded like bad dice,
Their presence tells the spirit lies-
And when they leave, something has died.

Some people's luck will make yours go,
As their clutches on you grow.
Some people are a toxin, slow;
Engines seize and rods get thrown.

Some people are a curse in breath,
And their touch like living death;
All your secrets are not kept-
Wind is all that you'll have left.