Zee's Book of Imagines for the Sexually Frustrated

Toxicity

Two seeds cower in fear at the burn of the sun while one seed watches, anxious.

The honey suckle winces at the burn of the sun.

He was angry, so, so angry. For what the seeds didn't know.

Seed one, the brave seed, watch the honey suckle wilt of weakness. Her purple stems turn bright black and fall slowly. 

Seed one jumps from her petals and pushes the honey into her corner, turning to face the sun.

The sun says nothing but watches as Seed one.

Seed one was passive-aggressive, unorganized, and naive, on the surface.

Seed one had watched the signs, saw the bullshit from a distance and voiced it physically. The sun was toxic, its rays were uncontrollable.

Seed one HATED the sun, but was trying too change. The seed wept as the rays burned its membrane. It too was losing to the sun. 

But suddenly, the seed stopped its weep. Its face bore no expression, it bore no pain.

Seed one sighed in relief as Seed two, the lost seed, helped fight the sun. The sun screamed its rays at the family, but could never penetrate.

For the love of a family triumphs any intruder, and danger.