A field of bruises and fiery flowers spreads across the world.
The wounds forget to fade, the blooms refuse to wilt—
A burn and balm in equal parts; our love is the night sky’s cloak.
A field of bruises and fiery flowers spreads across the world.
The wounds forget to fade, the blooms refuse to wilt—
A burn and balm in equal parts; our love is the night sky’s cloak.
