Hour 23: A Stinging Kiss

You might have been my best friend
I was toxic from the start
You could not stomach me
Now I’m your worst enemy

You coiled too tightly in the end
Spitting bile all the while
So I bit you and you’re poison now
You’re poison just like me

You may have been a good man
Now I’m evil in your eyes
A serpent’s hiss, a stinging kiss
You let your guard down and I ran

You want to wreck me like I wrecked you
But I’m immune to my disease
I stuck my fangs into your heart
And now you’re poison just like me

Now you twist the others who try
To suck my venom from your veins
They touch your lips and die
Unwitting Juliettes drawn to your pain

I bit you and you’re poison now
You’re poison just like me

4 thoughts on “Hour 23: A Stinging Kiss

    1. Thank you.
      The repeated phrase came to me some time ago, but I couldn’t really organise it until the marathon. It was hard going even then; nearly ran out of time working on it. It’s one of the poems, if not the only one, that I feel needs a bit of a tweaking before I’m satisfied with it.

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