Poison is a woman’s weapon

Poison is a woman’s choice,

When it comes to dealing death.

 

Those able hands that ladle love,

Can dribble death in dollop;

Amative breasts can often sting,

Bedaubed in aspine wreath.

 

Poison is a woman’s choice,

When it comes to dealing death.

 

In affrays, acerb ad-libs;

Mercenary from petal lips.

Melancholia; aide felo-de-se,

When broken is her faith.

 

Poison is a woman’s choice,

When it comes to dealing death.

 

 

                    Manjishtha

                     24.05.2012.

Image Courtesy:

http://wallpaperson.net/photo/fantasy/the_poison_in_the_hands_of_women/28-0-5440

                        

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4 comments

  1. Pratishtha · · Reply

    amazing use of imagery sissy!!…loved d irony………..u keep whetting up our appetite for more good reads……….

  2. Thank you. I appreciate your kind words and honour you with the epithet of being my best reader (among the handful of people who take time out to check out my blog :P)

  3. Pratishtha · · Reply

    u hv gt dere some really r precious words.2 share………m8 b handful but precious……….

  4. Thank you. I’ll die in peace 😛
    Two people have appreciated my work today and that has made my day, well, night 😉

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