Wrap that vine around your hand
Tighter and tighter  

Till little white flowers decorate your skin

Till little white flowers make you glow

Till little white flowers are all you can see

Till little white flowers cover what’s underneath 

Till little green thorns make their way into your skin 

Slowly, poisoning their way in 

And no, you won’t feel a single thing

Till you unwrap your vine,  

Too fucking late

So all you can do is 



~isle of beauty, fare thee well~


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