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chrysanthemum


Chrysanthemum, you

Will be a garden most beautiful

I am your water, your earth

Suck me dry

Take from me everything I can give

Your many dead petals, let them fall

Shed the things that make you withered

I will accept them

They crumble and decay when I touch them

I use them to help you grow anew

To make you stronger

You are my prize

I am your ground

Deepen your roots in me

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I.G. Nichols

I. G. Nichols is a soon-to-be college freshman close to finally pursuing her dream of teaching English. She took up writing poetry in her junior year of high school as a way to cope with mental illness and develop an understanding of her own identity. She now writes on a near-daily basis with subjects such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, suicide, love and the healing that comes with it, fear of the future, and a desire for freedom. She enjoys swimming, art, reading, writing, and video games, and desires to one day figure out how to care for succulent plants.

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