REDBIRD WRITER

the love she gives

she was the kind of woman
that burns through you
resting within your wounds
chewing petals of a marigold flower
and spitting them onto your flesh
healing you with the touch
of her sadistic fingers
she’d pull you in to sink
but she’d never let you drown
her nature won’t allow it
but perhaps you will
let yourself fall, knowing
she won’t be there to catch you
but to burry you instead