enticing things in groups of three
& she was esoteric metaphysical {mine}
cicadas: her eyes, they chirp when the sun hits them just so
ringworms: her intestines, they twist through witching hour, ashen, afraid
arachnids: her demeanor, archane as her spindly legs ensnare you
& i knew she was danger deadly {alluring}
red: for the blood against her lips, against her abdomen
blue: for the spotlight gaze, frozen glaciers, trapped in fatal waltz till the end of time
yellow: for northern stars that weep as she slays ursa major single handedly
primarily: i cry as her ichor stains my palms
secondarily: i smile, as her legacy etches itself into my enamel
tertiarily: i serenade, the stars sit spellbound, sublime, & i know she's listening
drifting in time.
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