Ever tasted the sweetness of a whisper… only to find it rotted your tongue?
It slithered the strobe lit path and sprayed the feculent flowers that swayed to senseless beats.
Bees buzzed and carried the nectar to pollinate tumours, ravenous for whispered words of wretched weather.
Insatiable blood bubbled from babbled intoxication and burned holes into vandalised veins, ravished by ridicule that riddled the heart.
—H, drunk on venom’s velvet drop







