Poisoned

By
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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