Arsenic Butterfly

She’s an hourglass timebomb,
Katana curves and purple venom lips
Her smile is a knife,
Cut me, cut me,
I’m ready to bleed for you.
Her nails are sharp and red,
And I don’t think its paint,
And I don’t really care.
She’s a poison butterfly,
A delicate demise dosed
In quiet kisses and oil-slick grins.
Kisses dance in moments,
But arsenic is forever.

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