Ingenue

Spreads like wildfire;

caught you unaware.

A poison

a balm,

slowly creeping in.

A flash of lightning

roasted your innards

then gone in a flash.

What is this concoction

of chemical imbalance,

of fluids unknown,

of dreams unbeknownst.

Craving that will leave your palate 

hungry,

thirsty,

parched and wanting more.

Slowly swirling in the glass,

flowing slowly down your throat;

seductively,

charmingly,

into your pores.

A sigh.is let out;

Adjusting to the haze was tried;

the sounds,

the scents,

the sights,

caused by the brew.

Taken in as something new,

regarded as eccentric,

delicate as an Ingenue.

 

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About The Scribbler

I have this thirst for learning. I am forever curious. I love to delve into stories by reading, watching or even listening. I believe I am unique. God is with Me all the time. I make mistakes but I learn from them. I love building lasting relationships. I am afraid of the unknown, so it's either I stay away or find out. I believe I am more matured that I was before.
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