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and how sad that i can only write about blooming as a metaphor
a smattering of bruises/ my body during the winter months/
flowers crashed under uncaring palms
i never stop thinking long enough to look at nature until i’m isolating.
me, vegan eating plants but never feeling the life in them
recipient of flower crowns only photographing them rotting away
literature nerd talking shit about imagery and never looking out the window
lover only watering the roses as a metaphor until they become sick
and now; scared little thing
suddenly realizing how beautiful the grass is
and not taking a breath before writing about it

-cgi.

#escapril2020

day 2: growth/decay