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๐“ข๐“พ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต #6

By Lou HolzPublished about a year ago โ€ข 1 min read

It wore the voice of something sweet,

like nectar pooled at poisoned feet.

A brush, a touchโ€”divine, divineโ€”

but laced with rust beneath the shine.

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It bloomed in gardens carved from grace,

then spoiled the roots it once embraced.

The vine that said โ€œI cling for youโ€

was choking all it once clung to.

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It hummed a song of something sweet,

so saccharine it gave defeat.

It said โ€œyouโ€™re mineโ€ in velvet tonesโ€”

then turned my spine to brittle bones.

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Sweet, I said, when truth grew thin.

Sweet, I begged, and let it in.

Sweet, I whispered with an ache,

and to every dream it came to break.

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Sweet sweet, the echo in my head,

sweet sweet, the poison that it fed.

Sweet sweet, I wore it like a crownโ€”

while everything I was burned down.

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Sweet sweet sweet, it filled my breath,

a lullaby that smelled like death.

Sweet sweet sweet, the only soundโ€”

until I couldn't tell the ground

from sky, or flame from light, or me

from all this soft-slick tragedy.

Hope you enjoyed โ™ฅ

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Lou Holz

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๐•Š๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•ค

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    Written by Lou Holz