Sinister Sickly SweetA Poem by Sophie McNThis is a poem I wrote quite a while ago. Its free verse and still pretty rough. Please leave feedback! I love really indepth comments about what you liked/didn't like so feel free!
I imagine I’ll be syrup, golden and glistening, impossibly sticky like a spiders wound web. Like butter wouldn’t bubble, then melt. I’ll be sickly sweet and tempting, you’ll be unable to resist. I will slowly feast and creep to rot your porcelain teeth, down to their root.
Or maybe I’ll be a cigarette, my smoke will slither, cling like fungus to your fingers, clothes, hair…lips. I’ll inject deadly, thick tar into soft tissue, your pink lungs. I’ll encourage germs to fester, to evolve, to multiply into lethal cells.
Or perhaps I’ll be lumps of fat, I’ll slide sluggishly down your throat, you’ll struggle to digest me in toxic acid. I’ll clog your arteries, over flowing. I’ll spark a fire, pain and fatigue in your muscles, your heart.
Or perchance I’ll be alcohol. I’ll be whiskey, a spirit. I’ll need to be thrown down your throat quickly, as I burn. I will batter your fragile liver, impair your judgement, rob your senses, your vital signs. I’ll make you bruised, bloody, blind, deaf, dumb, dead.
But I imagine I won’t do any of these after all. I am stronger, superior to you, proud and bright. Maybe I will be avenged with success and happiness instead. Perhaps I will simply walk away from you, the wretch, smirking. Perchance I’ll pity you as I live, succeed, prosper, while you slowly, agonisingly fill with regret, sugar, fat, smoke, disease, alcohol and emptiness. © 2014 Sophie McNReviews
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StatsAuthorSophie McNAyrshire, Scotland, United KingdomAboutI'm an undergraduate English Literature and Creative Writing/Journalism student at the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow. I'll post some of my uni work here and some other short stories/poems too. .. more..Writing
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