Poison

Your poison slips into my blood stream,
Your smell clinging to me like smoke,
In my hair, on my clothes,
Never letting me go.

Your fingers cut like knives,
Digging into my flesh until I cry out,
The bleeding lines reminding me of previous times,
Before your deadly fingers touched me.

You slip into me,
And take over my life.
I can't lose you when you're hiding beneath my flesh.
You're poison, and I'm your victim.