Venom

I can smell the toxicants
you sense my fear
beneath your feet, I stand near

venom in your words
it drips when you speak
the nice delicate sting
talks down to me
eventually, I'll accept defeat

I can hear the whispers
you all talk about me
your sweet nothings
attempt to caress my cheek
do not fret,
I can see what you mean

venom in your words
drips when you speak
stings with every bite
bittersweet defeat