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Poem 2 ~ mixed it up a lil. just felt like it to be honest. I'm rainbow frog biscuits#0825 on Discord, by the way, if you want to contact me there. this poem isn't really a poem and reminds me a lot of some of my og stuff from way back in the day, as in my @queenoctober days, except with a horror twist. it's midnight here and writing this scared the crap outta me. love you

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Poem 2

Welcome to my herb garden. You are safe here, among the planter boxes and the warm scent of earth. You are home.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ A statue stands almost akimb, at the furthest corner of your vision. Knotted vines enwrap the cold stone body. The serene structure is scornful but impassive, an illusory masterpiece. An impressive feat the garden's owner is proud of. Especially the way the eyes stalk you.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ You start traversing the long dirt path, lit well by handsome yellow lanterns. Curtains of plaited green fall to your side. The dingy darkness of the night looms above you.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ You shiver and continue through the herb garden, following the track. Passing through a wooden gate, greasy with moss, you reach the orchards.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ The sunny olive trees sway in the wind, alien looking wind chimes shrouded amongst the veined leaves. They sing a gentle song of familiarity, and home.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ ✦There's something in the bush.✦

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ ✦There's something in the hedge.✦ ✦What could it be?✦

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ You push past the soft, green cape, into the dark brambles. You're straying from the path, and it feels wrong.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ The colour you see everywhere is almost ultramarine, and the thorns grab at your clothes and skin. You realise you don't know your way back. You're lost, in the cold, in the dark.

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯

Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯κ’¦ο½‘Λšβ‹†οΉ•β‚ŠΛšοΈΆ ΰΉ‘β€§Λšβ‚Šκ’·κ’¦Λšγƒ»ο½‘οΎŸο½₯ Tears spring out from your eyes. They burn as they travel down your skin. You miss the secluded security of the herb garden. You brush your tears away with your soft cotton sleeve.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” You can't see your hand in front of your face. Now on a mission to find the vague shape you saw in the hedge, you power on. Something about it intrigues you, connects with you. It calls to you.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” Eventually, a bit to your right, you see a nude, bulbous lump. You're almost in tears again. Soon, you will be unable to cry, frozen in your shock, and grief.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” Turning the corner, you see their body. The body you had grown to love and trust. The warm lips you had grown to love, now a pale blue. The hands you loved to hold, still by their side.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” Their chest holds a giant slash, wine red blood spilling from their body like from a glass. You scramble away, turning to run and escape from this hellhole. Your only priority is getting out.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” But behind you, thwarting your dash for freedom, stands a tall, dark figure. Their face bears a white bunny mask, and their hands wield a butcher's knife, laden with blood. Your pulse shudders throughout your body.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” Your stomach twists into a knot, and you take staggered steps back. This is the end. You will meet the same fate as your lover, lost in the maze of the herb garden.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€”

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐. I'm so confused.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐. I'm so confused. 𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’”.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐. I'm so confused. 𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’”. Who are you?

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I felt so safe. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐. I'm so confused. 𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’† π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’”. Who are you? 𝑰'π’Ž 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑰'π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 π’šπ’π’– 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 π’˜π’‰π’ π’Œπ’Šπ’π’π’†π’… π’šπ’π’–. 𝑰'π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’—π’π’Šπ’„π’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’‚π’„π’Œ 𝒐𝒇 π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'π’Ž π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’ˆπ’“π’†π’‚π’•π’†π’”π’• 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓.

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I don't get it. Am I meant to love you or hate you?

β‹†βœ§β€”β€” ✧ *⋆* ✧ * ⋆* ✧ * ⋆* βœ§β€”β€” I don't get it. Am I meant to love you or hate you? 𝑺𝒉𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’‚π’˜π’‚π’Œπ’† 𝒂 π’π’π’π’ˆ π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 π’”π’π’†π’†π’‘π’š π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’π’π’˜.

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