Paige Nielsen - Blasphemer

exordium:
H.P. Lovecraft’s heretic pride.
She is suffering,
a girl disappearing into the thorns
woven into crowns.
Her roses are bloody like the moon.
In cults of crucifixion,
marble lions roar amid the falling snow.
Indelible sin, taints of innocence,
her curse is your love song.
terminus.

Paige Nielsen

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