Scar

My woven scar, a fennel thread, a zenic voice, a vision dead.
And mire blood, a bleeding vein, a humid heart, a panting
Pang. The truth is flame, an envy sly, a weathered fox, a volt
Divine. And nearly daft, the lust of love, a savage death, a
Venom flood. My fetid dove, a vetted sore, a gem aflame, a
Cultic war. And sour tears, a claret vine, a voyage near, the
Halt of time. And irk to vex, the hex aflare, a vivid snake,
A phantom glare.

My woven scar, a fennel thread, a zenic voice, a vision dead.
And acid heart, a frantic self, a magic maze, a need for help.
For nectar blight, the plight of soul, a viper den, a vision
Cold. And vicious prayer, a lack of thought, a ploy to
Scheme, a soul to chalk. My fetid dove, a vetted sore, a
Gem aflame, a cultic war.

Fennel: hemp.
Daft: foolish.
Fetid: rotten.
Vetted: examined; authenticated.