before nightmares had a name. before scorned women had reason to be feared, there was her
he spoke about flowers in his rib cage, so she filled his lungs with thorns, then watched him choke on the blood of his poetic love
he bled from the inside,
watching her deface the last of the merriment
that had already ceased to blossom
nothing was coughed out,
but the thorns that ruptured from within.
wilted flowers seeped out his lungs—the blood of his agony;
an unwavering perduring for his beloved
he clenched the thorns in his hand,
they were all he could keep,
for she had given nothing else
August 8, 2018 Painting by unknown
Comentarios