Her twig-
A ferocious goblet of fire,
That once burned my desire,
In the tiny blemishes that bled.
Her tears-
Reacted like nitric acid,
Corroding our fake homes pallid,
That soaked every smoke between souls.
Her ****
Became the chalice of profuse disease,
That kept me away from natural release,
Like some yellow lady in Connecticut*.
Yellow Lady in Connecticut- A rare wild flower in that region