Deep Six
he screams
like a shovel to a
shallow grave
but she only speaks
in silence,
and lets the stillness
sink him
to where he belongs
from whence he came
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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