he used to call me his moonflower
'you'll bloom in the dark'
were his last words to me
i visit his grave every night with moonflowers,
wearing white wedding gown and pearls he'd gifted me
on some days, he visits me from hell
on some days, in my sleep, his icy hands strangle me
on some days, he lures me to death
on some days, his pale black shadow kisses me
'come home, my love,' he says, as he tries to kill me
yet, i visit his grave every night with moonflowers,
wearing white wedding gown and pearls he'd gifted me
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