Poison Room

In the room of the arsenic wallpaper,
the most radiant green,
candles flicker.
Mold creeps, and we
breath the damp, breahe
deep, spores.
those two windows shut up,
the poison gathers. I invite
you in, and you say, my, you
look rather pale. I've breahted
sighed and become,
in the foul air for seasons.
My love shall last a moon, as
this poison has become me.