like cold white wine
on a grassy hill
his hand presses upon her cheek
chilling the back of her spine
as bedposts creak
the waters spill
and Jack runs up with Jill
in a dark black night
the liquid feels blue
you were an ocean, my love affair
the trigger at my finger
To watch the disease
Takes its coarse, like the hare
But do you care?
He leaps out into traffic
to find the hunter
caught in the headlights
to run from danger
but only to die there
On the side of the road
And who was the hunter?
Like a toad, so mystical
Kissed by the princess
on a bed beside roses
He turns into a man
But presently he can't
See if you can
See if you can sleep
I wonder how far
your ways have gotten you
the scorpion companion
with a hate that stings so true
and she is the spider
that weaves herself a web of lies
that trapped her inside
surrounded by flies
supplied by misery.
A contest entry
- Spider and Scorpian by CarolDesjarlais.
875 points, ended April 23, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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cool
this is an interesting poem
I wonder how far
your ways have gotten you
the scorpion companion
with a hate that stings so true
loved this part
well done for penning this
jayde
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Well done. Congratulations on your trophy.
~Pamela 
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Thanks Pamela!
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Interesting write. I am wondering about the odd capitalization...... ty for entering.
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