life and rosesA Poem by Allie Esora"You see, I’ve been bleeding for days."Soon as I shake the petals from my hair and take a step from the loam, I’m sent spiraling off the path so carefully plotted, for you’ve scattered thorns about the trail, and stolen my shoes, and though the trek isn’t impossible, I don’t have skin left to bleed today. The problem is the rose bush you’ve planted in my stomach. I can feel it’s stems and leaves bursting up between my ribs, briars scraping all the way. It’s stolen my breath and rooted itself to my skeleton, wiggling into the smallest of fractures emphasizing and exposing all of my chips and cracks and precarious pulling-togethers. You see, I’ve been bleeding for days. My bones glow pink and my soul is stained crimson from the sweet berry life that’s been-- ever so delicately-- pouring from my chest. Friend, you ruin me you ruin me you ruin me © 2022 Allie EsoraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAllie EsoraAustin, TXAboutI’m very new, but I’ve found that writing poetry has been a really positive outlet for me. I haven’t shared my work with anyone, and honestly I’d be scared to show it to someon.. more..Writing
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