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[Mali]

V i o l e (N ) t    ( D e ) l i g h t s

i do not see in red when i am angry
i see in
l i l a c s    and    l a v e n d e r
petals and rosemary,
chrysanthemums and stargazers,
Nightshade and Belladonnas.
the whispers, they

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are intimate
are begging
are begetting
"see"- pain, ecstasy, pleasure, pain
"smell" - apples, cherries, pain
"taste" - breathe in, breathe out, pain
"touch" - still can save my grace.
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reach your ears, smooth like velvet, sweet as chocolate. my touch lingers, powerful, royal - my fingertips leave amethyst jewels in their wake. the taste of me lingers on the tip ~ of my tongue. "I can taste me ~ I can almost t̵a̴s̸t̵e̷ ţ̶̢̢̻̼̦̹̽̋͗̕a̸̢̨̛̬͛̌s̵̛̠͙̻͚̬̼͈̹̏̂̀̚t̶̢̜͕̑̓̀é̷̼̒́̕ t̷̨̲̞͍̳̺̬͉̗͖̮̦̺͍͍̲̘̬̲͚̯͂͂̌̈́͋͂̈̓͒̌̓̿̆̿͛̕̕͝ͅͅa̵̡̛͚̪̩̦͎̦̪̭̹̱̘̬͔̲̠̹̅͑̆͝ͅͅş̴̻̩̦̜͍̱̜͂̂͊̍̂̈́͘͝t̵̨̙̩͕̱̻̭͈̫̝̳͍͈̹̀̂͐͑̒͐̀͒̿͊̓̊̚͜ë̷̛̤͖̯̟̫̤̳̯͓́̀̂̀̈́ͅͅ you." as the sweet smell of ambrosia feels, fells, fills you. me. us. ~ "I see it." Two souls fading into one, the glimmering, violet light dimming and my body, hovers above yours. Our legs, entangled. nails raking along your chest. tongue-in-cheek, tongue passing over bloody teeth, tongue - caught in speech and i smile.

as my violet light consumes thee.

"I want to hear every scream..."