50N sulfuric acid
If sprayed on any fabric
Instantly turns it to rags
Just like some absences
Which sweep as a storm
N'tatter our souls
Bruise our hearts
Sulfuric dew sonatas, rustling in a bobby reek
Vermillion of umbra and debased conundrums
Rosemary pulp extracted from the pulpy bosom.
wilting amid the cranberry tackle
blubbering irises with a tinge of snow
Crimson lava that has solidified.
painted with the scent of murdered love
No longer a viable supplement; prohibited.
Lilith's spells were drenched in blood hype.
In crisp dears, a neolithic Pandora box shivers.
It drizzled a steely dolefulness across my core.
Written: December 12, 2022