Syllables of Poison
A/N: This is a poem I wrote in the second half of last year, but I recently finished it with a few edits… I'd love to read your opinions on it.
Their names have turned to poison on my tongue;
Forbidden syllables I have forced myself to never utter
In fear nostalgia will pay another visit,
Bringing the talons of being forgotten
To threaten to claw deeper into me.
A swarm of nightmares will descend,
Should those syllables pass my lips.
Some might not sting so,
But all will bring the same bitter pain.
Their names have turned to poison on my tongue;
Forbidden syllables I have forced myself to never utter
In fear nostalgia will pay another visit,
Bringing the talons of being forgotten
To threaten to claw deeper into me.
A swarm of nightmares will descend,
Should those syllables pass my lips.
Some might not sting so,
But all will bring the same bitter pain.
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