It's taken me three years to grow.
It will take me three years to grow more.
I look to both with despair
and dried, thorny branches.
Save me.
Coat me in chocolate and sell me for a price
unlike most products,
Sell me to my soul so that she may taste
What I've become
(Or what I will be,
I do not know which.)
And let her know that the juice of this bruise-purple thing
was hatched from the eggs of
Hot
Blood,
burning as limes do.
Tell my soul to ready her buds for a special meeting.
Teach her to chew fire just so
when the two of us collide, soul and berry,
she won't burn to death
Starting at the gums. Ending with the heart.
We'll meet, finally, in three years long as a field,
at a warehouse store.
We'll come together on the way home.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
It's taken me three years to grow.
It will take me three years to grow more.
I look to both with despair
and dried, thorny branches.
Save me.
Coat me in chocolate and sell me for a price
unlike most products,
Sell me to my soul so that she may taste
What I've become
(Or what I will be,
I do not know which.)
And let her know that the juice of this bruise-purple thing
was hatched from the eggs of
Hot
Blood,
burning as limes do.
Tell my soul to ready her buds for a special meeting.
Teach her to chew fire just so
when the two of us collide, soul and berry,
she won't burn to death
Starting at the gums. Ending with the heart.
We'll meet, finally, in three years long as a field,
at a warehouse store.
We'll come together on the way home.
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