and then
the sun came.
flowers of fire
and
petals of rain.
and she laughed
as she drowned
in the heat
because
she never felt
more divine.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
wrote this when i was told i was dying
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
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