They are too small to know the desperation in a final breath.
Searching for relief, a small cry–too little to fight against it.
Hands that are our palms, paper nails, scratching at their esophagus.
They can’t spell esophagus.
They think the word, is some sort of mythical elephant, purple, or baby blue,
maybe spikey, with a long tail that it uses as a lasso
for grapefruits in the primary school trees.
I can only beg, concrete in my knees,
arms reaching for the sun, that they felt warm.
That their fear melted into their final footprints leaving only a harrowing stain on this earth,
saving nothing for the next one.
That they let out one laugh of confusion,
pupils wide with spectacle, they were magnificence.
That all the ethereal beings of the universe bowed down in reverence
of the nobility their three foot soul possesses.
Their youth, so potent, makes us beg for answers, but this world is greedy.
Had they stayed longer, it would have found their limits, but that is no reason at all.
We are meant to live until we must find new youth in the next state of existence.
They entered wealthier than any deity could hope to be.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
They are too small to know the desperation in a final breath.
Searching for relief, a small cry–too little to fight against it.
Hands that are our palms, paper nails, scratching at their esophagus.
They can’t spell esophagus.
They think the word, is some sort of mythical elephant, purple, or baby blue,
maybe spikey, with a long tail that it uses as a lasso
for grapefruits in the primary school trees.
I can only beg, concrete in my knees,
arms reaching for the sun, that they felt warm.
That their fear melted into their final footprints leaving only a harrowing stain on this earth,
saving nothing for the next one.
That they let out one laugh of confusion,
pupils wide with spectacle, they were magnificence.
That all the ethereal beings of the universe bowed down in reverence
of the nobility their three foot soul possesses.
Their youth, so potent, makes us beg for answers, but this world is greedy.
Had they stayed longer, it would have found their limits, but that is no reason at all.
We are meant to live until we must find new youth in the next state of existence.
They entered wealthier than any deity could hope to be.
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