Venom

By Sreya Sreedas

Your spring rain words,

Rained over me

Azaleas bloomed in its trail, bright and golden

I should have know,

The honey you dripped on to my lips numbed me

I slumber in poisonous trance

I should have known,

Of your venom,

Yet

It took me so long

To see the blood in your smile

And the sharp edged knives in your embrace.

By Sreya Sreedas