innocent, a drop of water in an
ocean of tar. ensnared, vulnerable in
fear yet powerful on parchment, ink flooding
the crevices, molecules of darkness slithering
across a page, bringing light to an era
of misery. write what scares you, goes the
old motif.
write what makes your curls stand, what makes
your eyes dilate and freckles tremble. easy for
them to say when their greatest dread isn't
being crushed under mountains of cement
and hurt, praying
that someone will find them and bring them
back to life.
innocence swirls, a drift of chocolate in
a cup of coffee. at least you are remembered
in your youth, not as a spirit that never had
the chance to
exist.
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