wildflowersthe bones of her wrists
are sharp;
she is too fragile
to hold me tight.

flower petals are on her cheeks,
but the thorns dig
into her teeth,
and the roots entwine
around her heart.

her bones are turning to earth,
and her eyes lift to the sky.

she always loved flowers.

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