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My Sweet Manchineel.

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.


Your love is so damn toxic

It makes me feel like dying

I don’t understand your touch

Just like the words of the Gnostic

My sweet manchineel, seeps in my veins

Now your love puts me to sleep, like the putter patter of the rains

My Manchineel love, where am I now?

How long have I been asleep?

Why am I floating, feeling dismal and deep?

Manchineel, tell me dear. What is this fire I feel?

Where is the light that is supposed to be revealed?

What? Hell! Oh no! This was not supposed to be.

I slit my wrists for you, for us to eternally be.

Oh God! Oh God! Save me from this pit please.

My manchineel has angel wings and I have fiery feet

The pain, the pain is too extreme

It moves slowly through the light ways of my soul, yet I cannot scream

My Manchineel, I beg you, please, please don’t go

Please, please, don’t go.

Please stay, please just don’t go.

© 2019 Clive Williams

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