Jul 13 • General discussion
I am a Garden
I am a garden.
Roses root in my chest
Rising through my throat
I choke
On vines and thorns
So you might lay on beds of blooms
Pouring from my mouth
As my heart feeds their essence.
Before this bed withers, the roses must die.
I am a garden.
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