Nightshade

The taste she left in my mouth was bitter
A half rotten pomegranate seed
Left out on a warm autumn day
For the flies to eat while it rots

She transformed my thoughts
And filled my mind with heavy clouds
Burning the fallen leaves and acorns
With lightning strikes faster than I could see

I scarcely slept
And when I did I woke to a pounding pain
Shooting to the front of my head
Where a thought of her had already formed

I forgot to eat
And when I did I replaced honey on my bread
With jelly of deadly nightshade
Watching as it poisoned me slowly from inside

The sun set before I went outside
And I began living in a realm of gloom
Parallel to the inky room 
In which we spent so many nights

She draped my eyes in maroon silk
And guided me across mahogany floors
As I wore a dress of linen
Gliding past the open flames

By the time she left the bitter taste had long settled in
It kept coming up my throat
Trying to choke me
As my stomach heaved anything left inside 

So when she said goodbye
She may as well have taken the dagger
Finished the job
Gathered the ruby rose petals
And spread them over my gravestone