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Love Me Not


By Sara WynnPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Kentucky, 2021

I am so tired.

I just want to lay here and wither

to become one again with, to disappear

back into the familiar hearth.

She is my home.

The cool clay may crush

me, and I will disintegrate. But,

at least my petals will not lure false suitors

who pick, discard, admire, and murder

fields of flowers.

At least the soil

will be a pact firm, as if a love

tucked me into sleep, and I can rest knowing

this forever embrace really won’t

ever leave me.

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About the Creator

Sara Wynn

Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.

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