Clover Nightshade

Bare feet, grass stained and connected with Earth, Clover Nightshade will bring you a bouquet, if you let her close. She picks her rotting tulips as she tiptoes through them, weaving the desires and secrets of man into her crowns as she makes them. Clover watches from the decaying wood. Clover keeping note on all of the gardens. Clover asks you to touch her thorns, as Nightshade’s favorite poison is the evil lurking in your very head.