I can hurt you.
You’ve given me a weapon
when you underestimated me.
I can sneak up on you,
catch you off guard,
come at you at night
and spill blood.
I can hurt you.
You will never see me coming
because you do not see me at all.
I am a pawn in your game,
a chess piece you think you manipulate
but my edges are covered in arsenic
Poison is a female thing,
you kill yourself every time you take a piece of me.
I can hurt you.
I listened when you thought you covered my ears,
I learned your secrets
I know what makes you tick.
I know how to strike a nerve,
put you on the edge of insanity
I want to stand over your corpse
just for the fun of it.
The poem is inspired by a character from a book I have been working on called “Little Rebellion” and I hope I will be able to share it with all of you one day. For now, you can still enjoy my published poetry book Rehab
Love,
Luna
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Excellent.
I appreciate the idea that women might not only KNOW poison (the way Agatha Christie knew poisons) but also that they ARE poison. Anyone who wrongly takes a part of a woman, then, is in trouble. Well-said!
took away ya body
hid in the bushes
trimmed the triangle
gained lost
we all know the cost
and you cannot get the time back
For some reason, this piece reminds me of the poem, “Samurai Song” by Robert Pinsky