due to an "aura" migraine
yesterday
i am posting late for poetry thursday,
i am also
prompt-less
as finding a poetry reading where i live
would be difficult feat to manage
(to say the very least)

so.

here is an old one
written when i was in a different frame of mind...

you kissed me like a fiend
on your couch of lies-
and i beleived all of your deception
the beautiful untruths
i've grown to despise
one acid kiss and i fall prey-
victim to your whims
puppet in your play
and you call me destructive.