[Poetry] Untitled 1.1

[yukiko_neechan]

words strung together like popcorn at christmas
falling from wet lips like tears from wet eyes
on an infertile ground.
and will it rain today, mother
for the pretty flowers to grow?
will the sun visit us today
for all the pretty flowers today?
but mother, i can...
i mean
i will...
water them with my little red can
and i'll sing to them
in broken
notes
like
this
and they'll love me
in broken
feelings
like
this
all the pretty little flowers
mother and me
and i am the dirt beneath their feet.

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