A BITTERSWEET LOVE BALLAD
a strangers fangs
a lover’s flesh.
Panting like a dog
the room spins.
Skin, a transparent pink.
I SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU,
My blood, your lips
I SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU,
the kiss of death,
I SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU,
I whispered
as the last drop of cyanide
dripped
from
my
flesh
-Amber Leigh
