The Curse of Violets

 

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Introduction

It started in July, ended in February. She was my world but it was a world built on ashes and salted earth. We ended in the same terrifying firestorm that we were birthed from.

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Featherlight

Soft

Fleeting

Like blades of grass kissing the wind

As she passes gently over her lovers

 

Gentle strokes over milky skin

Goose flesh and shivers

Reminiscent of decadent chocolate

And bittersweet cherry juice

 

Unintended kisses from fingers

Afraid to harm the skin they trace

Winces and protests

A moment passes before she trusts my touch

 

How can something so sweet

Feel so drastically different

To me

And to you
 

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My Beast

I am reminded of a balmy summer day

The smell of Dirt and a hazy layer of thick air

Wet kisses draped over goose flesh

Scarlet nails leaving trails of smoldering ash

She tastes like acceptance and invitation

Unaware of the slimy black tendrils

That wrap around your  finger tips saying

"Not enough, not enough"

 

Though blotches of cherry-red skin

Dapple your neck

Evidence of the fire in her belly

And the passion on her tongue

There is a beast that can't be broken

By nails and teeth

Talons and fangs

It laughs its heavy laugh at your pleasure

It leaves its own saliva on your chin

Dribbling down as it reminds you

"You will never be enough"

 

When she leaves

You fall back into the arms of your beast

And she falls back into

Normalcy

With clenched teeth you weep

Into the matted torn fur

Of the vast nothingness around you

It wraps its claws around soft flesh

And strips you of your tenderness

It nudges your head into it's truth

"You've never been anything to them"

 

Cold flames lick at your feet

As you realize that it was right all along

You dont exist within her

She stripped herself of you

Like she stripped herself of her coat

When she walked through her front door

But her scent drapes around you

Her memory drags along your skin

Pulling and demanding

As they always do

The fog of sticky tar clouds your vision

It replaces her love bites

With its own deep wounds

And says

"They dont need you like i do"

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A Gift of Flowers

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What is The Sun to The Sunrise

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My Beast II

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How to Grow

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