• Hannah Flowers

I. white

violet petals blooming foreshadowing a spring awakening a newly emancipated chrysalis an empty shell that held me fluttering by the precipice dressed in a green gown and flowers in the shape of a crown the roaring waters below call out to me by name and by the time the new moon arrives i will do the same


II. red

fingers coated in sanguine sincerity a dirty hotel room at four in the morning with sheets stained by blood and desire with limbs so heavy intertwined i cannot tell yours from mine the remnant of my lips on your neck a ghost ship in the dead of night rocking our boat steady passing by as though we were raised by wolves we howl to the rhythm of the moonlight


III. black

memories of a past life flow by in a constant stream tugging at my consciousness pulled apart seam by seam and i struggle to sleep because i have awful dreams a cataclysm preconceived and hands covered in ash charcoal running down my sleeves in every ruined incarnation i was the end of all things

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