Spread of a Toxin

A fresh new piece of paper, undyed and reflective of any light

Was I

When life placed unto me an uncapped, feverish pen 

You.

That ink, as dark as coal, began to spread

Still, I was.

Damaging persistence, you were.

Your toxins filled every fiber of my being

But I should have been well aware.

You with I.

While cemented to one another

Your darkness laminated me.

And the light which once was,

Engulfed.

That light could no longer be shone.

Reviews

[Masked writer]

WOW. I really like that, it feels so mysterious, like when liking someone toxic, there toxcity spreads to you and then you get attached like a pen cant be erased from paper

[Tawana Clay]

Love the imagery with then double meaning behind it. Bravo!