Originally appeared in the print edition of Locust #8. Splash image by Omnia Sol.
don’t be scared
I’ll braid hyacinths
in your hair
and we
can run
into your asemic dreams
between
the rubble
of the stars
after all some say
“It’s just a crush”
It’s just
a soul crushing Spring
and
“crushes don’t mean anything”
only that they are acidic
often laced in parasitic
honeysuckle stings
how we surrender
or survive
as arachnid love-zombies
depends on what we
feed each other for dinner
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