Your fairy wishes
with their silvery slithers of hope
tangled frozen on vines of time
reek
from toxic wants and cursed desires
from that blasphemous beast
walking the cobbled streets of doom
inside your heart
beguiled by the scent
of satin memories and silk kisses
lost in the triad of time
of what could have been
but could never be.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 3, 2020 | OC California
Poison Ivy | Regardless of It All
Colorful and unique–I love it❤