hearts and blood petals,
they fall to the ground
like rotten brown apples,
and stardust, lost eyes
spilling in anguish
like a fuming, boiling volcano.
you can't do anything
about the damage that's crawling
like tiny venomous spiders
on plastic, pasty skin
or the permanent scars
tattooed upon fallen angel's bodies
when they fight in a hidden war.
bodies frail and weak
but we still walk a thousand miles
to our own gravel path.
-V.
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A lot happened this week. I (gratefully) passed the two tests, but the next day after that I had to take two others😓. After the testing, I got a nosebleed today in Athletics (when I was resting after doing some workouts) and I rarely get any nosebleeds. Then I vomitted. It was hectic but I think I'm fine now. Anyways, thank you to all the people who have read this and to who said good luck! Remember that you are beautiful, and don't bottle your emotions up.
(Sorry that the poem was kind of short and choppy. I wasn't really feeling well but I wanted to update for you guys <3🤧)