the flower of evil has seven petals
six black and one white
anger, revenge, hatred, seductive obstruction
egomania, destruction and sacred manipulation
the flower blooms as ink on wet paper
the petals cut into her veins and blood spills onto them
splashes and gashes
hearts are made to crash and burn
he had said in the sunlight
his fingers grazing her smiling lips
her neck had twisted and she had just whispered
not now
her hands skim his cheeks as he thinks,
this is it, this is now
her lips brush his lip
it feels blurry and pastel
it feels like heaven and hell
it feels red and golden
it feels unholyly godly to julian
but she's not just kissing him
something is wrong
his neck feels warm and wet
his hands touch his neck and he opens his eyes
sweat and blood
'ris, wait, I think I'm bleeding
she smiles as she raises her hands
her face framed by those unholy strands
a quite slit
and a silent red river
his eyes are wide and
his brain is shooting thoughts that are all seeming to miss the target
