THE GARDENER DUG UP THE FLOWERBEDS AND REPLACED THEM WITH PLASTIC TREES
my teeth are like thorns that i cut myself on when i try to speak and these roses blossoming in my lungs are growing and growing and i have no space left as they slither up my throat and the petals stuff my mouth with forced smiles and glaze my eyes with purple rain tears as i say thank you. and once i fell into a rosebush and its teeth gnawed the skin off my fruit flesh and i stand bloody and bare before the people that refuse to understand that my wounds are deep, and i have become accustomed to these teethmarks so if you take away my pain you take away a part of me. you'll have to rip these roots out of their ground between my ribs and trim the thorns in my mouth so i won't bleed. but without the thorns i can't eat and i can't drink and i will still die, doctor.
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#112 GIRL AFRAID OF DROWNING SWIMS IN HER OWN TEARSPoetry
tell my parents i'm sorry 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 / 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬: 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 © ( 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ) 𝟏𝟓/𝟐 #𝟒𝟗𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟒/𝟐 #𝟓𝟐𝟗 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟑/𝟐 #𝟕𝟖𝟔 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲