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“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)
seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.
their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.
white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.
pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.
for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.
for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.
the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.
the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.
iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.
iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.
“he loves me…”
“he loves me not…”
“he—“
”Iyad?!”
—
how is it? is it good or cringe
anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗
tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions
“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)
seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.
their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.
white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.
pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.
for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.
for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.
the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.
the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.
iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.
iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.
“he loves me…”
“he loves me not…”
“he—“
”Iyad?!”
—
how is it? is it good or cringe
anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗
tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions