Firebug
You look away
from me
like a fire
that is neglecting
the cries of
what it burns
You may choose not to see
this pain within me,
but that doesn't mean
you get to pretend
that you're not the one
who caused it.
“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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