Thorns

He is king

surrounded by thorns
fragrant of roses
not a fair thing

oh,no

he is deceptively waif like
beguiling in the lines
and lies
his body can form

sharp toung and quick talons
rip cores out of boys
leaving red everywhere

staining

red like sin

my dark angel falls from me





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