Deadly Nightshade

In a place of,
Of tethered grey,
Wings trussed,
In black leather binds.
Petunia,
and Deadly Nightshade,
Strangling my state of mind.
Tip arrows – titled,
Bent,
In delirium,
Eye drops of seduction,
Drip upon cheeks of damsel sin,
A fault of my own,
Indulged by the toxic tones.
Weeping in willows chasm,
Virtues cast in white smoke,
Foggy breathe and berry lips sealed,
White roots and pendent drawing my throat closed,
Sleeping nightshade.

J.Calvert 2016

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