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by Rhyssa
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2073156
a metaphor
loving you
is dying, slowly.

it’s all the flowers of the world
layering their scents
over each other
until I choke,
my throat swelling,
my ears ringing,
my voice silenced
in a surfeit of you.

it’s an explosion of petals
their colors careening
across the insides of my eyes—
you’ve turned bouquets
into an excuse
to never say you’re sorry.
you’ve turned the world
outside in,
and beauty rubs my vision
like sandpaper.

I hunger for your absence—
for peace,
but you cling to me,
as close as a corsage,
pinned into my skin.
I would bathe in stinging nettles,
would line our bed
with rose thorns and red tinged ivy,
would rub my skin raw,
just to see you bleed with me.

but in your rocky heart,
nothing can grow.

line count: 32
chosen words: flower market/ anger

Prompt for: Jan 25, 2016
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