2022-04-12 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
I’m a fighter too They’re stripping flowers from my grave. Trampling the petals. Rich violets beaten Into an obedient brown. tktk more destruction
Off to the side, people watch. Some glow With pride, some shuffle in shame, some Wail and scream, most sit and watch without Flinching as they scatter my pearly bones
Among budding blades of springtime grass. Verdant brushes staining my pristine bones With emerald tears. Laughter fills the air. A sweet melody for my departed debut.
seed hints of hope despite all the oppressive things happening
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move to how the perspective change is all that matters
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finish this ✅ 2022-11-05