❝ I AM THE HONEY TO YOUR BEE-LUSTED FLORETS. ❞
a girl bleeding letters, dripping lilac tears onto flowery little hearts.
❝ WE ARE THE STEEL PETALS YOU POLISHED, HISSING WITH DUE LOATH. ❞
and with nectar-glazed lips, she will spill hisses of those broken words tattooed onto her skin, echoing from the very tissue of -
HER WICKED HEART
YOU ARE READING
WICKED HEARTS
Poetry❝ WE ARE ALL THE BAD IN SOMEONE'S STORY. ❞ do not copy. all rights reserved ⓒ 𑁍 blue rose awards | first place in poetry & second place in unknown story
