Bloody Garden

And all I loved,
I loved alone.
I held you close,
Like the grip on a thorn.
Poison flows
As I bleed out
Inside me I tell you
The poison will sprout.
Daily I water my roses anew
For you, I’d water my garden
With blood and stew.

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