The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


73. Flowers

Someone once told me that it was such a shame how such

a lovely girl could have such a horrid soul.

And I wasn't sure how to cleanse myself of these rotten insides.

So I ate flowers in hopes of becoming as beautiful as one.

It never did work, I suppose, because they all told me that the flowers wilted, and so had I.

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