One to kill who you were. One to bless who you're becoming.
One landed on her tongue — cinnamon and clove , the burn of old wars and new hungers. The other slid down the blade's edge, pooling in the rose's heart. kali roses 2drops
The two drops fell not like rain, but like embers. One to kill who you were
She didn't pray for mercy. She prayed for witness . kali roses 2drops
The roses grew from the cracks in the altar — thorned, black-veined, bleeding fuchsia. Each petal a small annihilation. Each scent a memory dying to be reborn.
One to kill who you were. One to bless who you're becoming.
One landed on her tongue — cinnamon and clove , the burn of old wars and new hungers. The other slid down the blade's edge, pooling in the rose's heart.
The two drops fell not like rain, but like embers.
She didn't pray for mercy. She prayed for witness .
The roses grew from the cracks in the altar — thorned, black-veined, bleeding fuchsia. Each petal a small annihilation. Each scent a memory dying to be reborn.
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