all flowers grow from dead things
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Ongoing11m
Last published Thu, May 7, 2020
"People fear death and love flowers
but all flowers grow from dead things. "
This is an autobiographical poetry collection, which tells the story of a girl and her first encounter with love and heartbreak and her journey from self-loathing to self-love.
(The story is told in a mixture of poems, prose, diary entries, and dialogue.)
Those of you who know me well, know that I went through a bad breakup last year. This book is the fruit of that breakup. It is the wounded lovechild of my life before and after a toxic relationship.
It is my heart on a plate,
Dig in.
Trigger warning: Mentioning of mental illness, sex, and self-harm.
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