the sky is bleeding.
it rains down on the poppy fields
drowning the flowers in its blood
please don't let me die
they cry.—silence
not a soul speaks—choking out the words
choking on the blood
please don't let me die
they cry.—but no one makes a move
no one reaches out a hand—they sink further
stems straining to stay afloat
please just don't let me die
they cry.—we watch them all go under
not a soul breathes—and then
when the last petal
is swept up in the flood
the sky stops bleedingand starts weeping instead.
—the children of palestine
*A/N*
I'm crying as I write this out.
Children are dying.
Please just do what you can.Free palestine.
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thorns and other maladies
Şiiranother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*