purple hydrangea blooms of flesh
flourishing fingerprints upon blue thighs
red twisting tides of skin, a parasite on my neck
an exotic bloom buried wide with no spire
the peonies you planted nestled deep inside my chest
snarled with these lungs, feed on me
the petals have teeth and crawl up my throat
spilling from unlatched lips, suffocate me
how do you let go of something that has embedded its roots inside of you?
you cut off the head
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Poetrythe silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
