A primary colored spine,
holding the tantrums of a kingdom.
Elephants scale the handle,
monkeys swing from the rim,
a vertical chaos of paws and tails.
Between the wild,
plastic petals bloom,
flowers,
like her wide bright eyes,
rooted deep in the gift she gave.
It is a sprawling living ark,
dripping with stray life,
a jungle in my hands
keeping the tea warm!
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
A primary colored spine,
holding the tantrums of a kingdom.
Elephants scale the handle,
monkeys swing from the rim,
a vertical chaos of paws and tails.
Between the wild,
plastic petals bloom,
flowers,
like her wide bright eyes,
rooted deep in the gift she gave.
It is a sprawling living ark,
dripping with stray life,
a jungle in my hands
keeping the tea warm!
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