My rib cage aches for the daffodils who refuse to bloom in dark places. They weep for pollen to dust their bones. And when a kernel of sunshine alights my veins and nourishes those seeds deep within- long buried inside that iron chest of pain… I swallow those amber flames, the strangest sea. Flaming embers that pierce my skin like bumblebees. I inhale. Deep insidious breaths. Cooling their tempers with that tepid smoke. And finally feel the bouquet of daffodils soften the strongest of wills.
Month: June 2020
My Crimson Enemy
Tear-laden stars relinquish my lost hope, my violet dreams upon the welcoming earth. It buries deep. Shrapnel gauging wide scars that even she fears won't heal. I scoop the seeds in steel teacups. Molten-hot and pulsing in time with my heartbeat. They eat through iron & rust but my magenta spirit contains the violence - just enough. Though the sunflowers bloom past forgotten pain. Petals raised in triumph towards the empty sky. The damage is still there. The ache locked inside where it can't escape. My past life, my crimson enemy threatened to tear feathers from stems tensed with rage and rejection. No amount of time could loosen my resolve. No amount of love could reseal earth's cracks.
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