Take him back to eden, rotting botanicals, a laughing god


Obscure, romance, charcoals, eating funeral flowers as an I love you, are we the eyes of the dead?


Calcify, embalm, birth


I weep to the fireflies you've picked from my sores, aching they listen when I cry that the cherry blossoms are losing their color


Monochrome, greying, asphyxiate, replant


And so I scream to the lights, detaching from the ceiling


Are we the eyes of the dead?











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