Rose petals



in summer storm


earth returns

to loam.


You think I

don’t notice



of your heart


flesh & blood

shed for me.


You find me



courtesy a slip

to disinterest;


I’m buying time

all mine:


none left for love

to cloy & burn


scoop out

my entrails.


I’m running free

fire poker red



in the breeze


twice born

I vanish.


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