Inside me there is something like a chrysanthemum,
Irradiating a light like the sun.
Growing, it unfolds an oasis of bliss
Chalk full, it pours a dismantling happiness.
It feels like my ribcage is about to burst.
Warm and heart beating, like I was shot first.
the gun to my chest is his voice in my ear
I tried my best over the course of this year.