The Sweetest Poison I sense your terror; you’re right to be afraid. Chaos is a dangerous yet beautiful curse. An autumn crocus unfurling its petals, Its illusive form a garden-ground verse. There is no conjuring something from nothing. There is a give and

The Sweetest Poison

I sense your terror; you’re right to be afraid.
Chaos is a dangerous yet beautiful curse.
An autumn crocus unfurling its petals,
Its illusive form a garden-ground verse.

There is no conjuring something from nothing.
There is a give and a take, a chance to try.
Sometimes a flower is simply a flower,
And the best thing it can do for us is to die.