Just start over
non dependent on the rain
shake off the deep scars
and create wounds that bloom
as if red roses grew in hearts
and shook down her arms
with just enough force.
And you see her lying there
suffering in her pain
so you try to ignore this tragety.
She sits there in dead silence
yet in her heart she screams
She wants you to hold her.
tighter.tighter.tighter.
until Earth spins slower
without mistakeable conflict
and the thought shatters the stem
and all that is visible
is the gory truth.
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