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Nine Novembers Later
Erin Zarro
TW: Violence
Nine Novembers later
You plucked flowers from my mouth and
weaved them into a crown
You sang me into submission and
we made beautiful music together
but in the morning, you didn't remember my name.
When I wanted to leave you, you gave me sunlight,
promised me forever,
slid a dagger through my spine.
When you sucked the light from my bones,
I cried, and you sewed my tears to my face
in silence that burns
In darkness, you fed me wildflowers and pain.
I will gather my bones and I will rise
I will shine heavenly light through my empty eye sockets
You will never touch my bones again.
Originally written in Esperanto.
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