i'm wilting like a rose
falling apart
petal by petal
leaf by leaf
i can feel my stem drooping
starting to snap
bending in the rain
falling under the weight
i am just another dying flower
and another meadow dug up
to bury her
—flower fields are graveyards
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thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
