Posted on November 5, 2020June 26, 2021 by LeiaSizzle | Poems that Suck You were a dazzling neon light in a seedy dive bar and, like a moth, I was compelled by your fire. But just like every bewildered moth, I was consumed by the searing blaze in what was a sizzle of bad decisions. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...