Death By Poison Ivy
She creeps, she grows, dark hearted as the crows

Death By Poison Ivy
They whispered Ivy’s name with care.
A woman shaped from dark and dare.
She loved him once, then found the proof.
His lies ran wild beneath her roof.
No tears. No rage. Just quiet steps,
She traced his scent, she placed her bets.
The wine was red, the smile slight.
He never saw the slipping night.
She kissed his cheek and watched him sway.
Love rots, she said, and so will you.
The garden bloomed the very next day.
He said her name, then someone elses.
She heard it once, then left him helpless.
No shouts, no storm, just vines that twist,
A lover’s grip, a traitor’s kiss.
She let him sleep, then sealed the room.
No light, no sound. No hint of doom.
He woke too late, the air too sweet—
A creeping scent beneath his feet.
Ivy doesn’t beg or cry.
She doesn’t ask the reason why.
She plants the seed, she lets it grow.
Then watches while it chokes him slow.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

Comments (3)
Your rhythm carries a kind of venom, steady and deliberate, and I appreciate the layered metaphors: obsession, entrapment. Punishment for the cheater will def be a good horror write.
Loved it. Punishment for the cheater.
Fascinating poem and well written,good luck