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CUORE MIO, VITA MIA

you

told me the berries were Belladonna, meaning "Beautiful women,"
and if i ate them,
let them swallow me whole,
i, too, would be Beautiful
and Beautiful
and Beautiful and Beautiful and Beautiful.

so i held them
and devoured them, because soon i'd be a
Belladonna too, and Beautiful women don't devour,
they just

smile.

so i let their
sweet taste linger on my tongue—
sweet like cyanide as

my pupils grew wide

and radiated.

and then,
suddenly,

you

grinned and

you giggled,

"At last, you will be

Beautiful,

angioletta,

in Heaven."

♡

inspired by renaissance-era women

using deadly nightshade -

"belladonna" -

to dilate their pupils and enhance their beauty.

♡