Grant me the Gift of your Poison

i ain’t got time to die
cloaked in frost
of a spider’s
winter web

phantoms dance
inside my skin
reminding me
that i’m alive

like it was before

little spider
kiss my cheek
grant me the gift
of your poison

so i can melt the snow
and make the flowers
glow
again

©J.D.C.IV 2019

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