Hide 'n Seek
i mark the page
as if language
could quiet the breathing,
hide us from harvest,
from the wolves
drawn to our soft
and moving flesh
“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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