Blood Orchid
Serving septic pleasures
-A crimson bane in bloom
Nature hath contrived her-
Inflorescence of doom.
Brittle seeds of sorrow
Birth noxious crimson petals.
Injecting rugged skin
Like wisps of stinging nettles.
Venom flows through my veins,
Malignant ,cruel and fast.
I succumb to darkness
A chance to rest,at last...