Come to the garden where the fruits split their skins at dusk, where honey drips slow from the hive’s forbidden tongue. Bring your unspoken alphabets—the ones etched beneath your ribs— and I’ll read them by the light of a candle hallowed by moths. We’ll play games with blackthorn pieces, their edges sharp enough to draw maple-syrup secrets from the pulse at your wrist. The rules? Every sacrifice becomes a kiss— and the board? A altar where we trade hurricanes for breath. I’ll wear the dress that clings like a question. And arrive as the storm that forgot its name, carrying a basket of dreams, each one a promise to unravel the moon’s corset. (Do not knock. The door is already your throat. The key? A shiver dressed as a laugh.)
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Taken from Embers Ashes by MindsGaming which can be found on Wattpad wattpad.com/story/376596018-embers-ashes https://youtu.be/ozNDTJlMb0M
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