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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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