a poem which was intended to be part of my anthology (:
i've already redrafted five times since it was just a note on my phone, but a sixth time can't harm xP
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The thought of your fairytale tomorrows
(still fresh on your face)
entices you- a teeth-smile for the postman,
sugared milk for the cat; you’re on your way. The world needs a little sugar,
you say.
The flowers didn’t look so sweet, you
explain, as you empty the fourth spoonful into the vase.
They droop a sorry agreement, moribund.
You panic, explain, I was only trying to help.
the rose fades, staining the water crimson,
watercolour.
You get the hint.
You are most certainly not forgiven.
the school rush; each car reduced to just a blur,
roaring in unison, guzzling the remains of some
dead creature from billions of years ago.
they're made to kill. you don't see that, just see gazelles,
fleeing from a hungry cheetah somewhere.
and in the playground, a child claims independence,
whilst you explain that we are all dependant,
at the very least, upon gravity.
Her icy blue rebellion scalds your ears.
She is just a speck on a sunset panorama now.
Return home to the silence of wilted flowers,
the cacophony of main roads
and realise
the world was never quite as sweet
as you had wished.
