Mar 03, 2004 15:06
**Orchid**
and so she sits.
biting her lip.
hoping for blood.
memories,
dripping,
down
the back of her neck.
down her thighs.
she remembers.
intoxication.
oxygen.
stolen pearls and swallowed stars.
he said,
“I will compare you to an orchid.
Sharp.
stunning beauty.
with no associated perfume.
scent.”
“Orchids seem so sad,”
she said
“No.
They are elegant.
twisted.
perfect.”
She bits down
harder.
smitten.
Thinking,
“Better orchids than poppies”