When I whisper into your ears
And you listen intently to my words
Their fears
Is it power to you or to me
When hollowed words plant barren seeds
You writhe and scream
But is it my temptation that brought you here-
Or is it your weak sensibilities
YOU ARE READING
MY PRICES TO PAY
PoetryA LIT MATCH IN AN UNLIT HOME THREATENING TO BURN BURN BURN my late night words for late night viewers
