pearl pellets in a chalk capsule
disperse and latch onto resistant blood cells
who have grown with you and protected you from illness
perplexed as to why you just want them to give in
but with enough poisonous powder
they'll grant your sinister wish

your spoiled limbs will be garnished in vines
as roots of roses tie their own knots
burying you to claim nature's newest trophy
with thorns that remain secrets
along with stanzas unfinished