Titles Are So Conformist.

A Poem by Samantha Marie

haha, I couldn't think of a title.

Sin is her
Sinister smile
L o n g legs, black widow frame
But she'll crawl back to him every time
Forsaking all that remains of the shattered, hideous heart
He'll suck the poison out
Withdraw the candy venom from her veins
And leave her hallow.
The emptiness she feels is brief
In his arms she feels complete
And gripping hers he feels detestable
Because she is s i n.