a constant battle of souls

she vomits flowers blossoms petals rough crystals that scratch the interior of her crooked throat thorns that pierce but that doesn't matter because the immense beauty of the roses they bear is irreplaceable and the stems wilt and her mouth is heavy from the weight of the garden she projects but it's too beautiful not to. he vomits thick black tar deceiving honey, her feet are stuck and entangled with the petals strewn across the floor the tar defeats her rich chrome spectrum of flowers and drowns each and every last drop of her beauty and self devotion until she is nothing but a mound of thick black tar and a bloodied bruised heart rolling in his deceiving honey.

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