Pretty-petal-flowers stick needles in my eyes
O’ my lovely, you witch.
I fear you pollinate me oh my senses are awry;
thread strings of dandelion through my skin, stitch.
Your siren is your song and you sing it bloody well,
Seeking crevices of new before you.
Your lullaby reverse keep eyes wide shut on verse
as melody sanguines eyes dripping, skew.
Send out your cannons and launch it all at us;
I repel them with shards of gentle broken glass;
the shards that repel they dig deep into skin,
yet pretty-petal-flowers you’re starting to thin.