I’m sick of you, blood-fat trees. The city is predatory like your fragile mother; or god really, but who am I to judge? Solstice bless a darker planet whoring her death with an earth staff; last words to ailments Fuck you I’d give you the death of my hometown but it’s been like that for the past twenty years. I will dig up wings for my children—to let them know there are no angels anymore; death came to them on her court Angeles. You come to me as if I'm you and we're the same. Maybe we are, you say, The mirror kills itself, and I pretended to laugh. Mademoiselle, you wound me; this one has no pride and clean sheets, there is the blood breaking of summer on her Mademoiselle, take my black heart it's waning to die in the summer solstice the paradoxes a daughter of near-madness. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the 6/21/2021 dVerse Haibun prompt.
I don’t know what I was going for here other than a screw it all mentality and finally letting go.
I think after playing around with it more, this is the final version.