blood flower

Drip, drip,

drips of



drips on me.

Only blood, it calls

for me;

only ghosts, they

seduce me.

Scarlet elixir

kisses the dust on the ground;

crimson nectar


blooms into fuchsias, dahlias,

geraniums, roses

but for a moment

then melds into that

bloody sea in which

I drown



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