There are roses between

My thighs

And a pool of blood at

My feet


Beads of sweat string themselves

Upon the nest

Of hair

Atop my head


My body is strong

My mind stronger

My voice is soft

My skin softer


My soul is a secret garden housing

All of my sweetest and darkest thoughts

Which you indulge in like

bittersweet chocolate

Published by Jasmine Uitto