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SuriHarmana
shes fine" they said. Ignoring the red droplets That fall from her arms to the bathroom floor. "shes just quiet" they whispered while she screams in silence as the drip drip drip of red now pools below "she so clumsy" they laughed as she hid knuckles now bruised and pulled down sleeves over too scared skin. "shes just quirky" they said as she finished her final note. she sits on the bathroom floor. drip...drip...drip... she no longer hears them. the world has gone silent. as steady droplets of red now flow freely from wounds deeper than words. "I'm fine" she said as the world grew dim till all she hears is drip... drip... dri-- she fades away. She wakes hands shaking “It’s just a dream” she breathes She looks down at her writs The cuts now long faded silver slivers She smiles to herself and thinks “ of course it was a dream For I’m still here.”
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
They said
She stares at the flower before her. It’s small ,but sharp. It’s thorns reach to soft red petals She glanced at the metal in her hand It’s Cold. small. sharp. It cuts down to red pools. And then… She looks back at the flower. She sets down the object . For roses are better than razor blades
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
Roses
No one understood the artists drawing Or why the picture held such importance. No one understood the three cracked pillars As she did. How could they? The tallest of them had been cracked By the vines of anger and hate. The words “WHERE WERE YOU” Carved as loud as he yelled. Its flowers have long since decayed Into pain inflicting ruin. The next was barely standing. The anxious vines wrapping around it Withered with exhaustion. “Im Sorry” it said As the final flower withered And then there’s the middle. It broke. No longer able to Withstand the choking hold of the angry vines Its crumbled visage screams for help As self-decaying cracks spread across it It receives none. And yet… (though in shadow) Its flower still blooms. For it knows it was not their fault. After all “we were children” And you. Weren’t. there
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
Pillars of paper