Poisoned

September 7, 2008
By Ikya Kandula, Bellevue, WA

Poison stings my breath.
I'm infected with the whisper
my heart speaks to you.
But did you listen?
Did you hear me?
Do you know
that I'm dying?
I killed.
But my pen
scratches this
parched
paper
just so i can
ask,
"Can I poison you too?"



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