Painted Flower

Red swirls on delicate

Furls of ice flower

Hidden

In dark corners

Making beauty seem

Limitless

.

It beckons

Chill hands

Calling over

Sweet perfume

Heavy cinnamon

Giving

Fast forgotten headache

.

Mind dulled

Hypnotized

By the whorls

Red on skin

That skin

Written on

By inks of red

Arcane words

Drawing the reader

To see

Only the red

.

But

When crimson touched

The red

Chips away

Leaving only

An icy white

A burning white

Freezing the victim

.

Into becoming

The red

Of the makeup painted

Flower

The new

Perfume

Drawing

Ready to seek

The next victim

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