her apothecary

she smelled
like nightshade
a dab of hemlock
behind her
delicate ears
the almondy taste
of cyanide
on the back
of her knees
sirin on her lips
notes of wormwood
in her salty sweat
every taste
worth the risk
as my need
outweighs
the steady shaking
in my weakened limbs
just a side effect
of her apothecary
of deadly delights

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