Brinkby Joanne Marisa LeowI find myself wary of sucking the honey of your sweet vows. (What marks of violence you leave on my soul A bruise here A bite there A gash running down my back...) I stand here with a broken flower stem afraid that this ambrosia will turn into poison running through my veins. |
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