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Poisoned Paradise

A place to house your bones

By Amanda StarksPublished 10 days ago 1 min read
Poisoned Paradise
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I can offer you a poisoned paradise -

the tip of the iceberg for my planned disguise:

a grand design veiled in shadow and ichor,

a personality stood on a hair trigger.

If you stay idle too long,

searching for a place within me that you belong,

with one eye trained on an icy rail,

and the other following my scarlet trail -

you will forget why you were entranced

so soon after that first glance,

as all I could ever offer your bones

was a quiet place beneath a rotting headstone.

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Amanda Starks

Lover of the dark, fantastical, and heart-wrenching. Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!

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Comments (5)

  • Poppy about 17 hours ago

    That ending is astounding!! So well done omg

  • D.K. Shepard3 days ago

    Hypnotic with hint of horror! This is delightfully dark! Great poem, Amanda!

  • Ian Read10 days ago

    Dark and noxious. I love.

  • Paul Stewart10 days ago

    ooooh....the imagery in this is sublime, Amanda! Well done. It's got this intriguing darkness to it...

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