Treasure Island

Walter C. Edwards


Posin On Your


The poison on your lips,
is also on your finger tips,
as you take out the knife,
you slowly twist,
so we where once so close,
and often embraced,
now I lay on this cold floor,
taking a last breath,
as you laugh into my face.

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012

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