Star Petals
rain from above
Morning dressed down by his flagellating tongue in gardens of deceit scented with corpse flower diffuse among hidden agonies.
Weeping rose milk sweet pea tears we carry on like puppets ignore the apocalypse just keep driving no one forced you to bake brown sugar-throated crumb cake syrupy lies and sliced pear.
Cries of confusion rain from above let’s end this and go home I can’t protect you from the wrath of fireflies anymore pretty star petals soon the dawn will steal you.