BELLADONNA (The Poisonous Flower)

I let her pass then paced up my stroll, grabbed hold of her slender fingers cured with an alluring green.

She turned,agitation cushioned her face.Her acne turbulent and raw..I saw ,that freckles are not the only beautiful flaw..

…she glared deep into the depths of my soul,her enthralling huge beady eyes glittering with embers of a dying fire in the Hearth…”Hlukan’ nam..”(leave me alone)

.. Calmly she demanded,her dainty sternness like those of a mother scolding a child for mischievousness…

Broody Hen (Poetry Anthology )

The Narrative.

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