By ANGELA DONG
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Loving you was like
swallowing seeds.
At first, sprouts rose
At the bottom of my stomach,
Young and emerald-green—
And without warning, I found
Flowers within myself,
Sugar-pink tulips
And Queen Anne’s lace
Tickling my sides.
You made me beautiful—
I was all soft petals
In the loveliest colors—
But they never stopped growing,
Pressing against my lungs,
Clustering lavender under my skin.
Branches grew in
The spaces between my ribs,
Bulging beneath my collarbone;
Roped vines climbed the walls
Of my throat.
You made me beautiful,
And for you,
I suffocated.
Kanyes Thaker • Oct 1, 2015 at 5:02 pm
This is truly inspiring!
danblogs994 • Sep 20, 2015 at 8:59 am
Beautiful, what an amazing poem. Brilliant stuff!