Oct 2018
plucked
the flowers
from my ribs
whispering,
love me,
love me not.
they left blood
smears across
my skin, left
dead petals
at my feet.
left me the
altar of love
that will never
be mine.
the flowers
from my ribs
whispering,
love me,
love me not.
they left blood
smears across
my skin, left
dead petals
at my feet.
left me the
altar of love
that will never
be mine.
