black sunflowers.
the scent triggers the memory and the room spins
loss of stabilisation and my face hits the floor
the blood, the tears- begin to spill across the floor.
you held me so close
and kept me so far out of reach.
you had it both ways while i had none.
long after the
fireworks and thunderstorms,
the forever-night sky
is cold and silent as death.
-e
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