Was it you I met
in the forest of steel,
oh concrete pixie?
You, who made me kneel?
Your iridescent colors
blossomed
like glass roses littering
these streets of sin.
No wonder then,
when you cut me open,
head to toe;
I savored the blood,
and the way it brought me low.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
Was it you I met
in the forest of steel,
oh concrete pixie?
You, who made me kneel?
Your iridescent colors
blossomed
like glass roses littering
these streets of sin.
No wonder then,
when you cut me open,
head to toe;
I savored the blood,
and the way it brought me low.
Still licking my lips.
Happy Thanksgiving in advance!