There is no such thing as a sweet poison. That was a fact until I met her.
We humans, we gravitate towards sweet things because they tend to promise our safety. But her red lips and long curls did not promise anything, and if beauty ever does promise anything, remember, the promise of beauty is temporary.
But, her beauty! Her laugh! Her eyes, oh her eyes blazed like a monumental star, and they drilled venom into me until I could no longer see straight.
Yet, she was the sweetest sight I’d ever laid eyes on, and she was an infectious, cancerous, poison.