Toxic

Wicked she was

Slithering in enjoyment

He too was dark

Infected by her poison

Together they were

A black forest of secrets

Intertwined bushes of burrs

True love was their weakness

What lied beneath the prickly brush

Was bare, hard ground

Without each other

There was nothing

Not a single living sound

They fall and crawl back

To each other again

With the same shattered hearts

Impossible to mend