Breathing Lilacs

Intemperate fog like bloodied  
ink, stains the souls,  deceitful  
bitches.  
Breathing lilacs sulphur itches  
roses grow from splintered  
bones  
Cracked lips bleed on flowers  
leaning,  
Granite boulders,  basalt  
stones  
 
Spiders hang while tightly  
weaving
Combing out their tangled hair  
Hanging knotted deceit ensnared
 
 
Languish now fallen maidens  
living for  injected joy  
Festered sight through crusted  
 lashes  Smudging foreheads girl  
And boy