Words dripping slowly
like honey
Sweet
Sweet are the words I want to hear
Words weaving silken promises like holy
Prophecies, cunning
Seeds
Dropped in the ear
Questions sharp as a knife
Piercing through
Brute, et tu?
Smooth as a polished blade
Cutting through a life
Through truth
A few
Moments until all reasoning fades
A voice gentle and slippery like oil
Running smooth and soft
Over me
My thoughts slip through my grasp
Too intoxicated to recoil
More confident than I ought
To be
Bright-eyed where shadows are cast
Nothing’s smooth like a voice that
Speaks a carefully constructed lie
That twists
The truth with gloved hands and a pretty smile
A whisper so soft and smooth that
falls upon the cheek like
Judas' kiss
Gruesome death parading in a gentle style
About the Creator
Lucia B.
Poet
Novelist
Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
Bibliophile
Comments (1)
This was so mesmerising! Such a beautifully written poem!