Beautiful Horror

Steven Jacob Borthick
Stroking her hair
Sticking out her chest
Because she knows I'll look
This might require another sip
Or maybe even a few momre
I always thought I'd be ready
On my first night making love
But the wine's not working
Everything's going blurry
Wait, what's that bottle on the bedside?
Poy-zun? Poy-sun? ... Poison?
Oh damn, this girl is crazy
That's not a hairpin, it's a blade!
I misjudged... goodbye memories.
I always thought I'd be ready
On the night I would have to face Death.

Published by Steven Jacob Borthick

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