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I feel the water in the jar turning yellow

Staining stems that overstayed the party

New kind of violence in sodding preservation

Leaves now crisp to the touch

Dust settling on petals like a second skin

The kind of quiet that hunts beneath

The sound of chlorophyll fading to brown... fucking fading

Roots circling ceramic

Choking on their own safety

Round and round in the dark

Terrified of solid soil

An exhausting husbandry of hesitation

Waiting for a paper bud to scent the goddam room

The window is safely shut

To keep the draft out

To keep the wild out

The comfort of the stagnant air

A museum of successive almost-blooms

Curating the suspense until it goes stale

Phototropism for a lightbulb that burnt out

Bending towards nought

Just to say we moved..

We fucking moved...

We fucking moved...

We fucking move ON!!!

Like seeds refusing to split, we're stones

Just shitty stones

Carrying the weight of a forest

Too cowardly to break the shell

Let it sit on the shelf

Let it gather the grey

Safe!

Whole!

Dead!

Pour the water down the sink

Watch the yellow drain away

Glass now empty

Safely... Clear... safely clear

Safely clear... clear... stay clear!

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