Ivy
The last tear has fallen far,
far beyond this world,
far beyond your reach to console.
No need now for all my pleading cries.
You laugh at me, mock me, spit in my face.
But this isn’t your race.
You have not won. I pretend to know my place,
By your side.
You are a serpent,
The master of temptation,
A dragon out of his lair,
A bottle of poison awaiting its first try.
You are sleeping now.
I have all the power,
Do I take what I deserve.
Your life.
No.
Because it’s all in this poisonous flower.
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