Violent Violets by Trista Ann Marie Eazell

I dream of violent violets.

Clashing together, screaming in unison,

and bleeding purple rain. It is the end of

Spring, and Summer requires death.

I have much love to give, will you take it?

As everything collapses around us will

you dance in this storm with me?

I dream of violent violets.

Clashing together, screaming in unison,

and bleeding purple rain.