Another newsletter prompt today with, Thorns. I went with a Rondel form (with slight alterations as I had to use near rhymes with some lines). Enjoy.
Thorns
Caught in your twisted mesh of thorns,
struggling for air, bloodied across my depth,
your poison seeps inside my blood and breath
and your prickly smile of victory suborns
That nasty smirk, that slice of scorns
Perforating deep, a burrowing death
Caught in your twisted mesh of thorns,
struggling for air, bloodied across my depth
You hide beneath charm—a disguise adorns
Not one allusion while your malevolence crept
Deceitful, flawless façade, until… too late, I wept
and you laughed—nothing about you mourns
Caught in your twisted mesh of thorns
© A. F. Stewart 2023
Be Afraid of the Dark 
It’s frightening how thorny some people are. Love this line: “and your prickly smile of victory suborns”.
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