i'm a daffodil
emerging from the cold
along the places where the cold snaps! for good and does not linger
i am thriving now
translucent skin
touch my face and i will die
but please
touch it anyway
every time i fall
another flies
we understand that we are grounded and tied and enmeshed
there is none beside me that isn't me
touch us all
we will rise again
in spring
we are the ever ascending corpse
toward the God of humanity who understands him not
jPayne, freewrite
January 31st, 2018
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