Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Malice,

misshapen, flowers in my garden,

malice, gorging,

multiplies

outcast,

catching the wasting sickness,

find yourself as you were meant to be,

black lunged, a theriacal crescent

your gift to the world

exile,

fecund, behold,

the end of days,

you, knowing the death of all things

seeded itself first in your heart,

give thanks