Blur

A blur of colors, a smile, a meeting of eyes

I swiftly turn around to see

The beautiful haze I just blinked through.

A whiff of pine and cider, 

The tail of a scarf, red and green.

That laughter; 

The melody of which tinkles in my ears for a second, 

But a second too long nonetheless

For I find myself breathless

I don't approach her

For my moment of bliss was perfect.

Poison

It started out as a speck. A little dot. A doubt. 

Black, acidic, burning venom 

Stinging everyone in its path

It grew.

What do you do?

How do you deal with this poison?

Distress, pain, hatred, bitterness

That's what it causes; 

And

That's why it's alive in the first place.

Dark spots under your eyes on your pale skin; proof of its existence. 

When you cry for help, it feeds on your desperation.

It grows. A little stronger, a little larger.

When you try to fight back, it makes fun of your puny efforts.

It laughs its cruel laugh.

It grows. 

Tears become black thick tar. 

You feel it enveloping your world, making it colorless.

The speck has become significant now.

It's all your life revolves around.

It's all you see.

Or do you?

Because you're blind now, right?