To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. I grafted apple to the quickest vein in either wrist. I dug a ounce of poppyseeds where teeth should be, plugged my ears with golden balls of iris. I carved a hole in either breast to swaddle dahlias overwinter, like you, so frightened of the cold. My mouth grows hot with purring, with the tunneling of bees. My tongue, become a catacomb the wings will fill with scent. My skull, for you, ceramic bowl of flowers you may hurl against the wall. I am ready. Lead the way. (Garden by Isalbel Duarte-Gray) #victorian #dark #darkvoctorian #goth #gothic #mourning #macabre #edwardian #1800s #19thcentury #historiacl #...
To be pretty for you I have dropped
two seeds of turnsole in the dark
of both eyes. I grafted
apple to the quickest
vein in either wrist. I dug a ounce
of poppyseeds where
teeth should be, plugged
my ears with golden balls
of iris. I carved a hole in
either breast to swaddle
dahlias overwinter, like you, so
frightened of the cold.
My mouth grows hot with
purring, with the tunneling of
bees. My tongue, become a catacomb
the wings will fill
with scent.
My skull, for you,
ceramic bowl of flowers you may
hurl against the wall.
I am ready. Lead the way.
(Garden by Isalbel Duarte-Gray) #victorian #dark #darkvoctorian #goth #gothic #mourning #macabre #edwardian #1800s #19thcentury #historiacl #...