The antidote with a hint of the sickness.
The serrated edge ripping through layers.
Their eyes searing.
Their lips firing rapidly;
Laughter like Bullets.
A kiss is no more soothing than a Hornets sting.
Back for more. Never dying.
Cement dried to my ankles. Cracking.
I've become part of the fish bowl. Trapped. Unchanging.
A glimpse of sanity; His grin grows inside of me,
Neutralizing the malignant mess that once occupied my chambers.
Safety comes quietly.
Creeping like the morning sun,
filling everything with light.
His lips sooth the swelling once bestowed by the bee.
Words like a clapper sending ripples through me.
How may a bell make music without you?
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