tw : self harm & child abuse (implied)
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When did I stop loving you?
You had bruised knuckles over
someone you didn't belong to.
Spit on the face you kissed yesterday.
How quickly pity turns to love to anger to hate.
I was in love with a boy with a lion's mane.
I was in love with the sunflowers on his chest.
But I was a yellow daisy from my childhood house.
I worshiped you from the cracks in the sidewalk.
I bloomed at your sight and mourned at night. My love for you was green like spring and bile.
Boy with lion's mane, one day you roared and I took a knife to my stem.
But mother once told me under the summer shade of the bamboo, how her samtawk— miracle babies— had flowered in a compost pit.
Demeter, your daughter has come.
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PINING DAISY is a warm up. Soldier, Poet, King hands Theo feather & ink. Figures in his life overlap because he expects them to treat him the same. Theo hides behind metaphors, scared to say things out loud. It is a poem by the boy who built paper houses for fairies in the backyard.
YOU ARE READING
apricari 𖥧
Short Storyapricari (v.) to bask in the sun. An incognito tab tells Theo that 'Lian' comes from Helios, the Greek sun god. Lian becomes the sun when the cafeteria gets too cold in Jan. And Theo? The sun-worshiping daisies by his childhood house. cover art © me...
