As I gave into chaos and her sweet embrace I was both afraid yet enamored by her piercing eyes.

The eyes that could cut through any language; past any barrier and perception.

How could I have known her lips were of poison, and her scent that of such a pain that could summon hurtful memories…

Le fluers du mal, how your petals yearn,

How the sweet the scent of your full bloom leaves my lungs in a suffocating ecstasy.

How the stroke of your hair leaves my hand scuffed and worn.

How my soul aches as I reach out towards you.

I reserve the text as my own writing and I do not consent to anyone using this or any other post made on this account without my consent and proper authorization.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.