Withered by hungry fingers
Steamed with burning whispers
Rolled by fair Chinese hands
Dried as round bullets
Poor ones sealed in nationless plastic
Rich ones wrapped in foil
Their hearts are cold and hard
As the arctic rocks
Deprived of sunlight
Older than their years
Aching for freedom
Yearning to dance
From green to grey
Then evergreen once again
Exploding from the sensation
Of the hot water
Drowning out their pain and insecurities
All the setbacks, drawbacks and wilted promises
For brief moments in the sun
Through death, there is an afterlife
They swim in heaven, leaving only a smoky flavour
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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