It slipped
between cracks
light-bound
Unspoken
a weather
not forecast
but felt
The soil rejected it's guest
Yet something ruptured
Through splintered stone
A ghost within petals
its color fading into the void
I learned the shape of absence
by the scratches
in fractured glass
By the dust
In clouded mirrors
Here
stillness takes sides.
silence holds a pulse
With a heart that beats
What softens is not often spared
petals peel inward
altars consume what kneels too long
What speaks too much
I prayed anyway
No name holds this here,
but I know where the garden fell
There—
where liquid gold
Has a ****** tinge
and sufferance grew gracefully
To fully blossom
In the cruelest manner
Where the core fractures
So the ground may hold it's glory
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
It slipped
between cracks
light-bound
Unspoken
a weather
not forecast
but felt
The soil rejected it's guest
Yet something ruptured
Through splintered stone
A ghost within petals
its color fading into the void
I learned the shape of absence
by the scratches
in fractured glass
By the dust
In clouded mirrors
Here
stillness takes sides.
silence holds a pulse
With a heart that beats
What softens is not often spared
petals peel inward
altars consume what kneels too long
What speaks too much
I prayed anyway
No name holds this here,
but I know where the garden fell
There—
where liquid gold
Has a ****** tinge
and sufferance grew gracefully
To fully blossom
In the cruelest manner
Where the core fractures
So the ground may hold it's glory
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