OOTD | Death by Flower

OOTD Death by Flower poem

The season is Spring. The birth of the Sun transfixes our entities, latches us onto the infinite cycle of seasons. Digitalis Purpurea blossoms. She is the queen of wildflowers, a favourite to the honey-bees. I Had to lick. Couldn’t resist.

Falling backwards into the multiverse, the membranes of past, future and present feeds in my veins. Mind in retrograde. A swift contraction of the heart, it’s impossible to breath in it’s clutches. Rhythm deranging like a drunken guitar riff. Death on the tip of my tongue and life on my fingertips. Forever trapped in Limbo through a kiss.

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Nothing wrong with a bit of prose poetry to start the day!

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Joy

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