"Contradiction"

Beauty and banality converge, juxtaposed against each other.

" Thorns bloom

And moths suckle on its bitter nectar

Winter taints the blossom

With frost

Its acrid aroma

A melange of pine and smoke

Of Christmas days and burning corpses

And snow suffuses blood

Blushes taint her sallow cheeks

And bruises decorate her pale fingertips

She shows me the universe behind her stars

And how the infinite void is brightened with sparks

Her touch is brutal but blessed

The horrors of her tongue, hallowed on her lips

She kisses like rainwater and firestorms

Cold and chaos, snowflakes and anarchy

Her eyes plead no mercy

And she cries as if vomiting

Regurgitating

Detoxifying

The essence of her being

Like poison "

- Ariadne Grey