Chapter One-Hundred and Ninety-Four
Claire placed a bag of frozen peas on John's swollen cheek, combing her fingers through his hair as he played around with his guitar. She listened to him play, noticing that his notebook was open and he's been writing in it. "What're you working on?" She asked, smiling as he strummed a strong chord.
He shrugged, handing her the book as he went back to playing. "You can read it, if you want. It's just some ideas for songs and shit."
She flipped through the pages, reading over some of the half finished songs until she came to a complete entry.
Antidote
I see the devil when I look
in the mirror, his blood runs
in my veins and scars mar my
skin from his marks of ownership.
Bitterness and guilt open up acid
pools on life's road. Paths overgrown
with vines block my way. Poison thorns
tear my skin. I fall beneath the toxic onslaught
The realm of nightmares awaits.
Millions of creatures swarm, claws and teeth
flashing. Lies fall from their fetid throats.
A dark figure above me. I'm about to die...
I feel a tender kiss upon my lips. An
antidote for my life and a salve for my
heart. I look into the eyes of my love
and feel peace
She kissed John's lips, feeling his fingers weave into her hair and letting him pull her closer. She brushed her fingers over his jaw, trying to ignore the swelling from the worst of the hits he'd taken. "I'm happy to be your Antidote." She smiled, looking into his eyes as they seemed to change like the sunset.
Thank you HMG2000! I love this poem!