sonnets and stars

and buried blades

By Poppy Published about a year ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read

For you I am sonnets and stars

Initials carved into tree trunks

Seeds planted in soft soil

For you I am prologues

And plane tickets

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For you I have sanded back my sharp edges

And filed my fangs

For you I have poured the poison down the sink (and only drunk medicine)

For you I have buried the blades

And banished the creatures beneath my bed

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To them I may be the darkness

But for you I will always

Be the constellations

poetry in progress

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Written by Poppy