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The graffiti on the bathroom stalls has been blotted out by butterflies The world is taking back it's body Bringing back old fashioned Roman concrete to fill in all the cracks She's taken apart the locks just in case something beautiful got trapped inside Every safe is a time capsule Curiosity isn't dangerous anymore Every time she took a step, the air shuddered The soles of her shoes grew roots and flew away She was humming and fixing things as she went with just the soothing sound of her sanity Her soul leeching out like an ethereal mechanic There were wishing flower seeds mixed in with the strawberries she was picking I think when she ate them, she became holy Her hands stroked the wind as they fell to her sides, Like running her fingers through horse hair At first, she made the mistake of falling in love with elevator buttons Up, or down, one or the other, in constant motion When they cut her open, she bled ivy She invaded their circuitry and rotted their robotic She showed them alive and showed them the door She didn't understand wildfires She knew passion only by its name, Only by the monuments, by the mountains, and trenches By the continents drifting like ice in lemonade "You can't ruin this," she said And if this is what burnt out looks like, Imagine what will happen when the meteor hits Or the bombs go off, or the oceans flood This isn't a project we can procrastinate on These are our wide open spaces and final frontiers See, the world is taking her body back Bandaging the scars we left, Quietly, behind us, when we aren't looking She's reinventing herself Just like a garden, Just like a caterpillar, Just like a star we couldn't give up on And we're all standing here, shouting, "We can change-" We can change.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
Taking Back Her Body
The graffiti on the bathroom stalls has been blotted out by butterflies The world is taking back it's body Bringing back old fashioned Roman concrete to fill in all the cracks She's taken apart the locks just in case something beautiful got trapped inside Every safe is a time capsule Curiosity isn't dangerous anymore Every time she took a step, the air shuddered The soles of her shoes grew roots and flew away She was humming and fixing things as she went with just the soothing sound of her sanity Her soul leeching out like an ethereal mechanic There were wishing flower seeds mixed in with the strawberries she was picking I think when she ate them, she became holy Her hands stroked the wind as they fell to her sides, Like running her fingers through horse hair At first, she made the mistake of falling in love with elevator buttons Up, or down, one or the other, in constant motion When they cut her open, she bled ivy She invaded their circuitry and rotted their robotic She showed them alive and showed them the door She didn't understand wildfires She knew passion only by its name, Only by the monuments, by the mountains, and trenches By the continents drifting like ice in lemonade "You can't ruin this," she said And if this is what burnt out looks like, Imagine what will happen when the meteor hits Or the bombs go off, or the oceans flood This isn't a project we can procrastinate on These are our wide open spaces and final frontiers See, the world is taking her body back Bandaging the scars we left, Quietly, behind us, when we aren't looking She's reinventing herself Just like a garden, Just like a caterpillar, Just like a star we couldn't give up on And we're all standing here, shouting, "We can change-" We can change.
I don't talk about the environment very often. I think it's difficult to write about. This was inspired when I saw some graffiti in our school bathroom so crude and ****** and awful that I almost cried. Our school either doesn't know, doesn't care, or can't afford to paint over it. It's been there for months. So I imagined sticking paper butterflies all over it until you couldn't see it anymore. It reminded me of all those places where nature won and turned parking lots into jungles. It's beautiful. Please comment :)
rosey-b
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
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