Ajax (he/they)

petals in my hand- 

they came from my throat

I'm coughing up flowers, 

this i can't sugarcoat

pink roses painted red

from a blood that will stain

a deadly disease-

which stemmed from my brain

thorns in my lungs

choking me out

I'd rather die than confess-

I'll say that without doubt. 

seeds of love were strewn deep

but left there to wither

honestly, fuck cupid

with that dumb bow and quiver.




  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2023 19:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've been hyperfixated on Hanahaki disease lately- so here, have this.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 13

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