She Offers Flowers

She offers us flowers

And I wonder about the milk that was never served

She Offers us Flowers

And all I can think about are your eyes

How I would like to separate the light

The chemicals that split apart

I fed your love to the children of the street

She offers us flowers

And her petals lubricate the darkness

I have served my loneliness well

Indifference is the thing that kills

And you served me flowers

Hungry still

I devour your Nectar

Blood on my gums

My Tongue swirls in the ozone layer

I served your breast on a plate

By the fireside

The ash is your Flowers

Sprinkled in that afternoon

Fucking Blue

To keep my fingers

From the third eye to the other one

She offers us flowers

And I can only serve you cold meat

If you are my truth,

Then you are my hurt

I let it bleed

A scab that is worn like a battle wound

Mottled entanglement

The flowers are raw

And I am burnt

If you serve them again

I have to refuse again

Indifference is the thing.

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