Words by: Faye Lim Wintour
Art by: Janae Hunter 

Tangled veins of a noose, were my lovers yet a bane,

Evergreen was the field before the engulfment of flames,

I grew roses from the diamonds of pain,

All to hear the eulogies of my plains.

Better with my lover, gold on the fields.

Living roots scraped my ankles and brought me to yield.

Emerald green I sown in foreign lands,

Left a stranded soul when nothing came to plan.

Cutting loose pernicious ivy from my reins,

Reminiscing tightly of its sting, I still seek the chains.

Drips of sapphire tapped into my soul,

Burning blue bourbon dug itself a hole.

Howling symphonies when it came to be,

Wind across seas sprung seeds within me.

I was laid in my own hands of amber glows,

Awed that the smoke could still be sparked from long ago.

Within ashes and blood, a sprout sprung to its feet,

Barren meadows used to stain, cheery to greet.

A can, lapis lazuli, I gripped and tipped for it to breathe,

Realising the rust I adored had ruined my heath.

Limerence under the moon, I chased for fantasy,

A chance to run away returned me to insanity.

I loved your fields, greener than all that can be,

Yet now comes a time for me to first worry about me.