Nectar | S.L. Ember
It’s a flower, she said. Watch as it blooms. Then why does it rot? A small voice mocked From afar. She swooned And caressed Petals of flesh, And courted The depths Of decay. With a fingertip She smoothed Rancid nectar Down its stem, Over a ring, Laced on its hand. But the rot? Teased A… Continue reading →