Veratrum

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Smile melting
Finger lacing
Blood drying sweetness
Born of hope and lost in the details
Of bending, reaching
Slowly, oh so
Slowly.
I have a vision of my fingernails
Your jawbone,
Grins that
Bloom flowers-
Calla lily, mountain laurel, veratrum
Petals falling lazily
Into a trembling whisper
Turning into opaline pupils
Staring at something asleep.

Open your mouth
Reveal your rotting teeth,
Sulfurous breath hiding
Behind sucrose smiles.

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