Unkempt Garden
by Eden of @the.autisticats the soft green of a willow tree tells the blooming rose to burn a brighter red so i can pick it for my friend because i love her and she doesn’t see how anyone could thistles tangle in my ribcage after the screams and cries of the bloodied and visions of foundational collapse reach cable television the rose wilts because violence is thirsty and the sun is hot as my mother tells me it is brave simply to live quiet honeysuckle fills my lungs with sugar and i can breathe again
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