the blistering orb
baring its crown of thorns
hurling jealous javelins
across empty promises
the fruit of forked tongues
spoken through liars teeth
a seering kiss
piercing parched lips
as flailing fingers burst
from fetid earth
seeking those whom
they might devour
an unholy orchard
of greedy feasting fingers
begging to bask
in the hot wrath
of our brightest star
purging us from earthly tethers