POEM | LOVE | SELF | REBIRTH
The Obsidian Rose
A poem of hidden, ferocious beauty and self-sacrifice.
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3 min readFeb 28, 2022
These parcels of land are divided by a dirt road
On which Harvesters travel often.
They, in search of the choice bloom,
The flower which enraptures their dreams.
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Centered in a barren pasture,
Blood-soaked hands lower her still-beating heart.
Laid to rest in the shallow crater,
Concealed by glowing mounds of ember and soot.
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Across the road from her wasteland,
Endless rows of sunflowers sing and sway.
Extending their faces to the sun,
Proudly proclaim their desire to be seen.
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Run toward the flourishing sunflowers,
Take your pick, dear Harvester.
They are lovely, supple,
And embody the bliss of a sunny day.
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On her piece of scorched terrain,
