POISONFRUIT

Maybe it was poison.

Here she was, drinking it up.

The label said passion.

It was so, so sweet.

What could have been her weapon became her reason

for living.

You know what’s funny is the more it let her feel alive,

the more she realized

all these years she was drowning herself in the sweetness of it

couldn’t run without inhaling a dose of it

until all that was left was the aftertaste of her lies.

Every high

was an injection of bitter deception

that left her to die.

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