Helianthus annuus

October 26, 2018

"She burst into chaotic silence. Dislocated pieces danced

delicately until they hit the surface.

They were greeted by soft ripples,

then swallowed;

conveyed to

union by passage

through the very same water she feared. She floated along.

I could tell she was never much the same.

I know because I saw her colorless trail." I paused uncertainly.

"That's what I saw in my dream. And Jo'?"

You answered with your eyes.

"She looked just like me.

I felt her die to become alive;

without learning how first, how to live."

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