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Red Earth
I would tell you there was more.
So much more,
-like a flower whose petals are begging to be pealed back.
-like an onion forcing me to cry. Cry thick drops of red.
-like floodgates struggling to hold back my thrumming emotions before CRASH!
They snap and everything gushes out.
Messy, sticky, tasting of metal and salt
Let the water flow.
Let the words spill.
Let the pain roll free from the wounds you created.
Painted with ugly red, my lips are sewn shut so they cannot sing the song you play.
I'd scream if I could, but the damp earth must be
-satisfied with crimson tears which fall from my face.
-sated by what leaks from the wounds you created.
The ground opens, accepting to me into its cool embrace. I'd fight but you already deemed me worthy of only this sacrifice.
The cruelness you called fate I call unfair. I thought I was allowed more. Apparently not as I slip into the cold clutches of undone.
Even the blood is soaked away so there lays ne'er a trace of
the wounds you created.
I would tell you there was more.
So much more,
-like a flower whose petals are begging to be pealed back.
-like an onion forcing me to cry. Cry thick drops of red.
-like floodgates struggling to hold back my thrumming emotions before CRASH!
They snap and everything gushes out.
Messy, sticky, tasting of metal and salt
Let the water flow.
Let the words spill.
Let the pain roll free from the wounds you created.
Painted with ugly red, my lips are sewn shut so they cannot sing the song you play.
I'd scream if I could, but the damp earth must be
-satisfied with crimson tears which fall from my face.
-sated by what leaks from the wounds you created.
The ground opens, accepting to me into its cool embrace. I'd fight but you already deemed me worthy of only this sacrifice.
The cruelness you called fate I call unfair. I thought I was allowed more. Apparently not as I slip into the cold clutches of undone.
Even the blood is soaked away so there lays ne'er a trace of
the wounds you created.
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Quercus nigra is water oak.
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Quercus nigra is water oak.
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Mhmmmmmmm. This is lovely. The one line that goes, "like petals that are begging to be peeled back," Gosh...that feels so vulnerable. Amazing piece of imagery, there. Nice one!