Trans(formative) - SCP Foundation

We are toxic together,

People say

A broken relationship

Where nothing good can bloom.

I think I am safe

(I am water)

But I am becoming a poisonous well

With his additions.

We skin up together

Shot up

Snort up

Come down.

He comes home with flowers

Not flowers for me

I am not his girl

(He promised)

But flowers for him.

Petals that become drugs

Paper-thin

Dissolving on the tongue

Slipping into the state that is Him.

I know he is not safe

(He is chlorine)

But the heart

She wants what she wants.

We are transformative

I am trans(forming) in front of him

A moth from a cocoon

Wings spread, vulnerable

Waiting to be splattered or spared.

One night, dark,

After a funeral

We wanted to feel alive

In bed, laying side-by-side.

I am clothed

He is not

(He is never)

My top becomes gently unbuttoned.

I smell Bloom on his breath

Through his pores

Infecting me too

(It strikes me we're not table salt]).

And he puts his hand up there

Finds nothing but budding mountains and air

Silently withdraws

Rolls over on his side.

And I realise now

He wanted the me from another time.

But still

I am his Dawn.

And he Blooms for me.

Aching, I curl my fingers into the blanket

And cry for us.

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