Buried in the sea
You look at her
As she looks at you.
And swore if vanity had a face it would be
seen through her eyes.
Her name rolls off the tongue
in a cool seduction that chills your thoughts.
The wicked whispered word
turns your mind into a whirlpool. I was warned
but I wasn’t fast enough to
evade her incoming venom and stop it from spreading.
With slender fingers she buried me,
in her sea of black roses. But left me bathing
in the ground, with my head high enough to stop me
from drowning. As her slowly toxin work its way down