small wound #44
fragments II.
bloom.
something has been growing—
petals inside me.
my ribs open slightly
when it moves.
I find flowers
in places I don’t reach.
it blooms without light.
my skin learns
to hold what opens.
something soft
breaks through.
I don’t bleed
the same.
there are colors in me
I’ve never seen.
it flowers through my mouth.
I am becoming
what grows.
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With love, Kasu
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I became what grew long ago. I wonder if it was all good, though.
𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 ❀𝔁𝔁