starving skin and bone little bitch

waiting for the scrapes to fall down from

Master’s feast


such is the state of my heart’s affairs.



for a little nourishment,

sunlight and water.

I am a winter hardy rose.

Steeled against the cold blizzards.


It won’t be the harsh elements,

killing me 

an overnight frost withering my petals


A flower can go into dormancy

will not survive if dead growth

or withhold water and hide in the shade


Like a starving animal trying to live off



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