I water a tiny marigold with wax seals of loyalty. Every soft red droplet squeezed through a fist of suns. The blood and ink and clay smelt along my knucklebones. I crush my passion into petals-- from set to softened-- with the warmth of devotion. I feed the little voracious flower the cure of one thousand leaves, while I offer it the nourishment of one thousand cuts.
Oaths and lust. Yarrow and discipline.
12:47 a.m. - 2015-04-08
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