Serve Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Serve



Serve the poison on a silver platter,
Hot or cold,
take your pick:
Hatred,
Bitterness,
Distrust,
Jealousy,
Rage,
Try them all,
if you dare.

Or,
Graze safe where shadows fade
toward paling washed-out calms
and placid laid-back yawns.

But hunger leads us astray...
Step within these hollows,
Coil as unblinking eyes roll back
and darkness fills where light once shown.
Every pulse beating full
as venom beats black this heart.

(took part of an older poem and revised it, still working on this)

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