Salt-Of-Lemon

Salt-of-Lemon throws petals everywhere.

"Don't step on the petals, honey."

My hands are tied but you can loosen the bind.

With saliva, as the birds would.

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You can throw petals at this birds but they're choosing to swallow rocks.

And you were careful unwrapping your presents. What did you find?

"I have missed you."

This are days in which we're making dangerous choices.

You were walking as if rain was falling.

As if the birds were no longer there.

As if the

(don't)

word

was never

(don't)

uttered.

A miscarriage of the soul.

As your collarbone is leaking from your marrow

I said "It's not fair."

But what's that? I am hugging air when you lack of it.

I'm saving the rocks, you were once here but who knows what will happen.

The day cried: "Please stay in deep focus, yet sightless."