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why pretend a flower shies away as it blooms?
in plain sight it unabashedly unravels each petal
day by day, mother peeling away
the skin of its fruit for an anxious child
yet one day, we set our gaze on the horizon
smell spring humming through the air
and resign ourselves to believe,
yes. this is one of those inevitable things
you turn your back and it has happened.
in the blink of an eye!
like mother in the kitchen, peeling fruit.
you imagine the sweet juice tickling
as it meanders down your chin
mother?
mother?
cupboards lay barren,
and mother has wilted
open your eyes, child.
mother's fruit has gone to rot
because you looked away
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dedicated to b, for your support even as i struggle to find the words once more
YOU ARE READING
HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human
