I keep finding sunflowers; someone keeps putting them on my porch
I can't see them, but I swear I see an owl perched
It stares at night, but I don't think that's the only one watching
In the mornings, I see 9 sunflowers, rotting
They always smell more like metal
maybe from the blood on its petals
It's signed by the same person, K. H
I've never known someone with that name
I crouched down to grab them and feel this tingling on me
I really wish I didn't live in a birch forest, but I don't think I'll ever be free
of this feeling
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
I keep finding sunflowers; someone keeps putting them on my porch
I can't see them, but I swear I see an owl perched
It stares at night, but I don't think that's the only one watching
In the mornings, I see 9 sunflowers, rotting
They always smell more like metal
maybe from the blood on its petals
It's signed by the same person, K. H
I've never known someone with that name
I crouched down to grab them and feel this tingling on me
I really wish I didn't live in a birch forest, but I don't think I'll ever be free
of this feeling
short and sweet but I might change it bc its kinda boring
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