by Farrah Sarafa
Poison slips into glass,
The glass into hand—
Raises out of control
To mouth to release
A secret from the dark—
Devilish whisper
Toxic—I’m subdued
Into bewilderment
Struck blue for moments
Without rail support
Or pleasure only nails
Ripping to two--a spine.
Copyright ©:
Farrah Sarafa
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Farrah Sarafa is an award-winning poet based in New York. Her poems have been published extensively, and manifest in the form of artful prose and journalism in her newfound magazine: Fractyll.com.
Last updated June 10, 2013