i found myself in the forest and i buried her thereMature

I took the night in my fists and shook it,
expecting stars to fall out like flower petals
to cover the ground at my feet and show me
all the hidden things that darkness likes to keep,
but all it did was weep, all it did was sigh
into my palms and pray, “please put me down,
please, please put me down. I just want to go home.”
I’ve forgotten that soft things have fragile hearts and
that nothing is softer than things that cannot stay
to face the morning light.

The End

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