Poison Ivy

                She was always a little fucked up

                Masked her insecurities with beauty and symptoms

                What was it that made her her?

                Was I no more than a phantom?

                Intruding with a sense of divine purpose

                I began what I wish I could erase

                Superficial gestures turned so real

                She fell in love

                I loved her not

                I slid down a slippery slope

                Wasted in life and spent in days

                Blood ran cold down my back

                As I stared into the eyes

                That I never knew and never will know

                Crazy? Not so much

                Selfish? Most definitely

                But aren’t they all?

Reviews

[Emily]

Very interesting. There is not a clear sense in this about what the story is that this piece is telling. It should be 'mature content' because of the language (technically). I like the way the piece slips from she to I throughout. It does seem like the narrator is experiencing a transformation from a to b.

This is an interesting piece. Nicely done.