quill dart dipped in poison,
heather scented feather,
no reason other than treason,
lips pursed, blown through hot air,
...
'twas either this or suicide, and so i write. long days lead into longer nights, my world turned magenta with the blood of lost love. unseen hands guide my so inspired pen, i write in memory of his kiss.)
Poison Heart Darts
quill dart dipped in poison,
heather scented feather,
no reason other than treason,
lips pursed, blown through hot air,
target marked,
dead - on,
a kill,
love is dead.