you were the color of the sun
tho they culled your dark hair
ripping the root from the tree
scattering them across murky waters
you were veiled in gossamer
early morning eating away at your bitter bark,
hand pressed against mine.
we plant ourselves like apple trees
your roots yet to regrow.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 2:08 PM UTC
you were the color of the sun
tho they culled your dark hair
ripping the root from the tree
scattering them across murky waters
you were veiled in gossamer
early morning eating away at your bitter bark,
hand pressed against mine.
we plant ourselves like apple trees
your roots yet to regrow.
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