You are sat on your kitchen floor.
You have been crying.
Things, all things, all at once, move,
at the speed of light.
You hope that she’s proud of you.
Dandelion, Echinacia
Masc// Fem. Air. Divination, wishes, growth,
and healing.
Longevity.
Kept at arms length,
despite all the good.
And its so good.
Wednesday.
Lucky day?
Scales. Balanced. Aligned.
Running out of understanding.
You are running out of patience and time.
Afraid to look over your shoulder,
you know they are gaining.
Nipping, clawing,
at your bare heels.
Still, you keep running.
December, snow, icy blue and freezing,
to your very core.
You trip and fall.
A snow angel,
as you drown in the snowflakes.
As they pile on top of you,
stripping your already shivering lungs of oxygen.
Your eyes drift shut.
You are warm.
Happy,
at peace.
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