Fester

She shines
But more as a blister
Oozes seduction
That hides open sores
Scratch that itch
Give in and kiss her
Avoid wise instruction
You’ll suppurate more
Down that path
Lie ruin and murder
A black-painted card
Is tacked to her door
So, my sons
Drink your own cistern
Avoid ulceration
And mind your own store

(Poetry Scales 61)