Brimstone and SpiceA Poem by DoreenSnow brings out the oppressive scorn in me I'm guessing.Why the poignant look? You tore my sympathies to p i e c e s with your diatribe rantings, spinning my head in circles with your hatred. Eyes bitter with deceit you soothe the senses, just as the charmer to the snake, purposeful in your intent to betray. Was that the plan from the beginning? It's not the smell of cinnamon that haunts, but brimstone from your hell clawing its way through the senses. The road to indifference has begun. Out. damn. spot. © 2011 DoreenAuthor's Note
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