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IN A PRETZEL SHAPE LEANING ON PINE NEEDLES,
YOU CHILDREN WEREN’T CHILDREN, YOU WERE STEPPING ON BEETLES.
FEED THE NEEDY, GREEDILY,
ANSWER JUSTICE & FALL INTO A PIT FILLED WITH SEEDLINGS.
BURNT CALLS & PHONE STALLS WHERE YOU MAKE FALLS,
FALLING AS LEAVES & DEAD BUTTERFLIES, SEPARATE YOUR WINGS TO FLY.
SHY KNIVES IN MY SIDE, STINGING & BEEPING, SOMETHING’S SLEEPING,
WAITING, IT WANTS ME, IT WANTS TO DEVOUR & I WILL NOT COWER, I WILL EAT IT’S FLOWER.
NO BOTHER, WASTE OF TIME, STICKS AND STONES,
ALL ALONE,
ALL ALONE,
ALL THE WAY HOME,
ALL ALONE.
This is beautiful and evoked strong feelings of sadness in the reader (me). Your talent is so wonderful to watch as it blooms.