Wordle #94

Week 94

A histrionic swarm bides;

the lock on my window, a downfall

wind-blow and tenebrous.

The iron in my blood

adapts to the toxicity

of your ever-swelling domain.

Humid kisses and miracles abound,

a love that faints and nibbles.

What more could you take from me?

A short one but I believe I got them all!