From the ground, I sprang,
A muddied, small, sultry thing
That bloomed curves for you.
.
Dip me in the pool,
Call me pure while you sully
My soul with your tide.
.
Enraged, angry heat.
I awoke you when I spoke.
Burn me worse, for this.
.
I gave up, to you,
Float me away, yes father,
My last gasp for air.
.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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