A.W. Books & Poetry

A sweet, water breeze strides through frozen trees

As it seeks, I hide until it learns where I lay in defeat

Then it kisses my lips, and sucks the life out of me.

With each suavium its fangs sink deeper into my being

It drains my blood whilst watching each drop dance upon its tongue,

And drip from its mouth to freckle the earth

Forbidden cherry blossoms on the silken rug,

Melting into rivers of rouge and wrong .

When it whispers the words,

My hands go numb

When I can no longer feel, it’s no longer fun.

A familiar pattern four times over-sung

But I’ll lay still in the snow until the deed is done.

An addicting melody I can seem to out-run

So breathe me in

And blow me dry

And leave me to rot

Like the last, red berries on an icy vine.

~Annalise