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“Crystals of love cut through our veins, vaporise to hate” - My entry for @midnightmoon294 ’s contest.
Sorry for having disappeared for a while, life is needy nowadays.

Poison Ivy

Sparse

sparks

of scarcity

Sparse sparks of scarcity, gift-wrapped

Sparse sparks of scarcity, gift-wrapped in season’s greetings

Sparse sparks of scarcity, gift-wrapped in season’s greetings, are blossoming

Sparse sparks of scarcity, gift-wrapped in season’s greetings, are blossoming at my doorstep.

Marshy

marks

of malignancy

Marshy marks of malignancy, settle as snowflakes

Marshy marks of malignancy, settle as snowflakes on my skin.

Marshy marks of malignancy, settle as snowflakes on my skin. And I let them in

Marshy marks of malignancy, settle as snowflakes on my skin. And I let them in, let them lace me in

poison ivy

poison ivy.

But only because

But only because we are bound by blood

But only because we are bound by blood and venom.

We’ve become drooling hyenas

We’ve become drooling hyenas, and our star-crossed dalliances

We’ve become drooling hyenas, and our star-crossed dalliances are now withered

We’ve become drooling hyenas, and our star-crossed dalliances are now withered, if not undead.

Rage doesn’t age

Rage doesn’t age, and the roots of modern superstition

Rage doesn’t age, and the roots of modern superstition run too deep.

Trust floats like pollen

Trust floats like pollen, lands on suspicion

Trust floats like pollen, lands on suspicion, annihilates.

The thread of kinship

The thread of kinship coils tighter around the sword’s edge

The thread of kinship coils tighter around the sword’s edge, and crystals of love

The thread of kinship coils tighter around the sword’s edge, and crystals of love cut through our veins

The thread of kinship coils tighter around the sword’s edge, and crystals of love cut through our veins, vaporise to hate

The thread of kinship coils tighter around the sword’s edge, and crystals of love cut through our veins, vaporise to hate deep in winter twilight.

Our souls are charred

Our souls are charred, icicle-impaled.

Our souls are charred, icicle-impaled. We can only treat these rashes

Our souls are charred, icicle-impaled. We can only treat these rashes, with ashes

Our souls are charred, icicle-impaled. We can only treat these rashes, with ashes and wait for more

and wait for more...

- soulstitch

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