Bugiardo

Poison dripped
From his impure lips
His greedy smile
Spread over his face

His hand was outstretched
Almost menacingly
And she shook her head
No

He tilted his head
Why not, he asked
A flash of light
Shone from his eyes

She opened
Her rosy red lips
The purple bruises apparent
On her paled skin

She could say nothing
His grin grew impossibly wider
And she slowly stepped
Into his possessive arms

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741