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I cry a little harder now
The tulip season ends in rain
As silent petals fall at dawn
With tears reflected in the sky
Oh summer please don’t come too soon.

Love Mary x
 May 2018 Chelsie Bailey
Tommy
how many words are too many
to describe the wrongs inflicted on my body?

all it took from my mouth
was just one utterance
to tell you it was wrong

your election to ignore
left the words trapped in my mind
too many more have since
denied me my voice

how many words
are too many
for me to explain
that if they don't leave my brain
i might collapse under their weight?
I was brought up to protect my body. I thought my words could be my armour
i have since learnt my body is a battlefield, and words aren't enough to protect me
The blade of truth
Twists in my side
More and more these days.

And not for fear of
Pride or power
Or chapeled tatters
Wanderously wrapped
About a masked truth

But much like
the salmon

Mysteriously compelled
To boomerrang the
Veins in which they spawned.
A sacred certain death.

Not to EMULATE the universe

Such a fools errand it is
To complicate
What comes naturally

No,        
But to HONOR it.
The more I reflect, the less like me I become

— The End —