• Hannah Flowers

i have known small and dim

the inside of a cardboard box

one singular beam of light

streaming through a tiny hole

warped edges from rainfall

not even a cobweb to grace

the saddest little home

but i know how to work with nothing

and you are so much

a swirling mass in the night sky

a great tidal wave tsunami

the heavens and the earth as one

a field of lavender and violets

you are the winning lottery ticket

and i don’t know what to do with it all

so i gamble you away

and so i pull from the root

and so i sin and never pray

and so i abandon my route

and so i stay inside at night

so i don’t have to look at you

because i can’t face the truth

because i just can’t handle you

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