Bunny by Bina
 his hands are bloody,
but they taste like honey.
his fingers around my neck,
i think it's so funny;
how he confuses
violence with love,
but he's still my bunny.
Blood by Bina
 i like the thought of you
like the thought of blood;
it's beautiful and bright,
so vivid as it runs down my skin.
it's fun to trace the open wounds
on my flesh - thats your brain.
the blood is your words,
warm, wet and wild.
the pain is your screaming,
it's fucking exhilarating.
but just like coming down from
a cocaine high,
your voice goes quiet,
the blood clots up,
it's over just as fast as it began.

Persephone by Bina
 whilst most every woman could be described
as a tongue-typing cherry,
the pomegranate deemed more appropriate
for this particular heartbreaker.
a round, red jewel fit with a crown above
its head - mysterious, secretive.
there's a specific way in which it should be
eaten.
one wrong slice of your knife and you
may find yourself amongst the rest of its
stored up seeds of the past.

Deadly Sins by Bina
 she was all seven deadly sins,
her lust made you crave her;
the desire to forever be at her mercy.
and she'll pretend to desire you,
but it's your attention
that feeds her gluttony.
don't try to stay away from her,
her overwhelming greed will keep
you away from other deities.
she is an envious devil,
trying to sink her claws into your heart,
and if you succeed to pry away,
her wrath will be the last you behold.
she can be so prideful, admiring her
maegre victims,
whilst all she truly does is wait idly;
basking in her triumphants.

Fire and Ice by Bina
 i was once in love with a silver fox
whose hair dance with the midnight moon.
but then i met you,
a dark, exciting entity that no one
could contain.
your spirit vibrates louder than any
others i've encountered,
a black cat with charm.
i was so used to ice that i expected
you to be just as cold.
but you were warm,
fiery embers danced with
every word you spoke.
if the world must end in fire and ice,
then i surely am in danger.
but what a beautiful way to self destruct.
Familiar by Bina
 walking into bloody water
something so familiar pricks
at the back of my mind.
a feeling that we've done this before.
the blood does not stain our body,
shadows in the darkness
look at us like we're the ghosts.
hand in hand - is it love or
is it hate?
the wind is howling like
a wold to the moon.
we don't shiver, our bodies
radiate heat in our moment
of strange and familiar
intimacy.
🩰𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔🩰

꒰ 🖋 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 ꒱
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꒰ 💌 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 ꒱
"bunny"
꒰ 📚 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 ꒱
i have a lot of poems to post
꒰ 🪦 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꒱
do not repost any of my
poems.