Dying doesn't feel unnatural. But I guess it depends on the kind of dying. Is it young? Is it suffering? Is it old and ready to go?
By Vitaline Bretagne9 days ago in Poets
Hearts expect nothing. In return, hardened ice melts; Winter flowers bloom.
By Vitaline Bretagne26 days ago in Poets
High fidelity; crown on your head You wear it like a burnt marshmallow Lying between your teeth Sticky, charred and sweet.
By Vitaline Bretagne2 months ago in Poets
Dear ancestors: When did you learn cruelty? When did you learn to live with Fearful fealty to the stories of pain Passed down through your veins?
I try to catch clarity but it ties me like knots. It's hard to see hope when daisies are wilted. I forgave you. I forgave me not.
You are loyal to the youth You garden like common seeds, A gentle gatherer in assuming suits Collecting hopeful sellers of dreams.
By Vitaline Bretagne3 months ago in Poets
The adrenaline simultaneously Numbed and heightened her senses. She could not feel the rough Grey wool fibres on her skin
