The fallen flower

My eyes are swollen

with the weight of regret

the stomach hurts

the heart has stopped

it seems impossible

to breathe one more moment


The ground has slipped

I lay on my bed

haunted by the memories

of the blooms, flowers

but I hate everything


The end looks near

as I gallop once more

perhaps it is the truth

that tastes so much sour


and so I get up with it

and forgive myself

one more time…




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