A golden flower glimmers on the lush forest floor
But its petals ripped out, crushed, its beauty no more
A tangle of thorny vines grows around my chest
Tightening and suffocating, allowing no rest
A slithering snake pounces on a tiny mouse, the mouse loudly shouts
The snake quickly squeezes and the squeals of terror die out
The ocean waves appear calming, rhythmic in their beating
But stuck in their swell, tossed around, my lungs begin bleeding
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 2:08 PM UTC
A golden flower glimmers on the lush forest floor
But its petals ripped out, crushed, its beauty no more
A tangle of thorny vines grows around my chest
Tightening and suffocating, allowing no rest
A slithering snake pounces on a tiny mouse, the mouse loudly shouts
The snake quickly squeezes and the squeals of terror die out
The ocean waves appear calming, rhythmic in their beating
But stuck in their swell, tossed around, my lungs begin bleeding
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