YOU TALK TO ME IN THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS
YOU WERE ONLY A mimosa pudica THE LAST TIME I HELD YOU DARLING.
NOW CHRYSANTHEMUM LIES SPILL OUT OF YOUR POPPY RED LIPS AND YOUR HAIR IS ALL TRESSED UP LIKE A YOUNG MARIGOLD FLOWER.
BEES WITH RAZER WINGS FLY CLOSE TO YOU WANTING A TASTE OF YOUR NECTAR, A BITE OF THE POLLEN SCATTERED AROUND YOUR SUNFLOWER SKIN.
BEWARE! FOR IF YOU LET THEM THEY WILL STING YOU AND TOXIN WILL SPREAD THROUGH YOUR FRESH CHLOROPHYLL VEINS.
AND IF YOU DON'T THEY'LL LEAVE YOU DRIED AND WITHERED LIKE A RUBY ROSE WHO'S THORNS WERE PLUCKED OUT AND ITS STEM LAID BARE. IT WILL LEAVE YOU VULNERABLE TO SORDID PAWS OF BRACKISH, LONESOME, UNHOLY, CARNAL BEINGS WHO LOVE THE COLOR OF FRESH BLOOD AND LIMBS THAT CAN BE EASILY SPREAD.
a/n : this sucked. damn it i thought i was on to something. fml.
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PoetryYOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY RIBS AND SMILED AT THE CRIMSON STAINING YOUR HANDS. YOU ONLY WANTED A TASTE OF THE SUBLIME. hanabi_neko © 2017 (plagiarism is what sends your souls to hell people. be fair.)
