Blackout Bouquet

I'll bring you a black out bouquet of all my dead dreams. Wrapped in barbwire,

ribbons and blood soaked seams. Your shadow crawls inside me like a parasite of

grace. Kissing every fracture on the inside of my face. You left me

blooming in the dark. A garden full of grief. Thorns growing through

my ribcage where you carved out your relief. I'm screaming through the soil

as the worms all celebrate. A love that rotted beautifully. A heart they

excavate. I water wilted memories with tears that taste like rust.

Every petal blackened by betrayal and mistrust. You planted poison ivy