ur sleeping on the couch

rose kisses & teeth like thornes

let's delve into female cunningness, of clever constellations and poison ivy bouquets. of how persephone knew exactly what she was doing when she lured the king of hell out of his darkness with roses and daisies, of how her heart fluttered at the bite of the first pomegranate. o, how the blood red juice tainted her pretty lips- scarlet and violent, sweet and terrifying. the tousled halo of her black black black hair replaced with a crown of jewels like the lushest trees of fruit; glistening, sparkling, shining in the dark dark dark.

the teenage goddess in her white cotton dress, knees earth stained, skin pearlescent and shimmering. why settle for anything less than queen? the brass knuckles in her pockets keep her balanced; she is not not not innocent, she is not pink petunias and marigolds. there is a malevolence she hides beneath her surface, a sneaking lavender between her footsteps.

she is lovely! sweet and sugared, blushing