July 29, 2017.


i made a vulture love me

He is the vulture that haunts your lungs.
He makes you breathless and feel at ease.
He soaks up your last words with his tongue.
You think you're happy, but you're dying.


You ask him what your sorrow's taste is.
He says it's passion fruit and spiced rum.
I taste like a hurricane's last kiss.
You better believe I left him numb.


I made a vulture crave his demise.
I made him see that life isn't free.
It took his love to strip his own hide.
It took self destruction to love me.

Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2017-07-30 at 01:12

Tags Love  Toxic  Pain 

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Aidan! You are right to be proud of this work, and proud of all your work. we poet Bayers, are proud to have you as a member of this happy band of writers.

Wow! Raw , brutal and revengeful!

good write!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your point of view, your originality, and your skill as a writer.

This left me breathless, it is so strong and so very good. I think I may have met your vulture once, but he didn't love me!