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She steps barefoot through the light,
floor still damp with what used to be childhood.
The flower dropped when it was over—
like a truth too delicate to survive the saying.
Behind her, innocence lays curled,
not quite dead, but no longer breathing.
She doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t know she’s supposed to.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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Comments (6)
So sad, but well written, Iris <3
Incredibly intense, intelligent and unapologetically delivered. Heartbreaking and stirs at something primal inside
After the storm, do you still remember how you survived? You're not even sure if the storm has ended, but one thing is certain: when you've gone through the storm, you're no longer the person you used to be
there is such a strong ache to this one! your writing always excites me, but sometimes jackhammers me!
Oooh I believe I am interpreting this as intended. Wow, fabulous poem!
Be it offered willingly, the loss remains bittersweet. Be it by theft..., ...I shudder.