𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹

I mark your forehead:

A shard of jasper
on the sweat between your brows
On your chest,
ashes of dragon’s blood
shoveled from the pit
that you swallowed

sickly, sticky
syrup

I rip out the cork
and pour the medicine into your mouth.

𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓅𝑒

I seize
chrysanthemums

white lily
back
from the frost

It wasn’t enough.

I bleed again

for a triptych

with a fruitful finale

rose bud is a musician, writer and witch based in chicago. her work lives somewhere between honeymoons and rotting fruit. instagram / spotify