lady of the flowers

but it doesn’t pour out of me. it is me.
i’ve rammed against the tides, way before the internet surfaced the face of it all. and i fought the cause.
and signed up for the rights.
and screamed out injustices.
and defied the nights.

so now, all that’s left.
are outlines of dreams.
what once was.
the bleeding only of time.
smoke rising from the decay. steam of truths.
fall’s leaves.
crumpling from under feet.
freeing the dried blood
and into
dirt.

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