She’s a cold habit
She’s a cold habit
by Devlish
as she sleeps
her comfort
leaves me breathless
this monster
beside me
inside me
her scent
still serenades
the air
an untamed
paradise of my
favorite poison
a moisturizing malice
so unclean it
seems holy.
she’s a cold habit
as she sleeps
her wicked side
settles
fists float
fallacy is forgotten
and
for just a few minutes
i remember why I love her
~n~
how many different ways
i could kill her
as she sleeps
Chilling. Regrettable. Irresistible. A paradoxical poem (“her comfort leaves me breathless,” “a moisturizing malice so unclean it seems holy”) strung out between love and hate through to the end. Difficult to come to terms with but very well presented here. Good photo.