A direct plunge into my pumping naive lump of muscle
A deadly intent to taint my veins
With lies that make the flower bloom
Its roots wiggled like salted worms
As they clogged the tunnels one by one, embracing my core
On they flowed seeping my blood out
'til none was left but total blackness
And so the bud told my heart to stop beating
With every touch
|2015|
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