Belladonna, lovely poison—
woman of the way I tread,
how did you learn to speed the step
of hurried worry to the doors of death?
Eyes open to pain and crack of dawn
that bleeds too black
the beginning of sorrow,
stay.
Pray for darkness,
that it may give way to light.
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© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
Can’t go wrong w beladonna in a poem
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such a lovely word on the tongue, i just love saying it.
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