a quiver


December 8th, 2012

1.

I tried to forget

But you grew roots around my ribcage

And sprouted flowers

Just below my collarbones.

All day I pluck at their petals

But I have not yet ascertained

Whether you love me

Or not.

.::.

2.

— Anna Peters

 

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