Bitter-sweet summer…
A poem
Published in
Oct 16, 2023
It was 11 o’clock when I felt the cruel cry fall from your lips,
like conserve churned from crimson strawberries.
I was a marigold, but you plucked my petals and left me
rotting under the sweltering summer heat. Sun-dried, dehydrated-
reliant on the nectar that you gave to me. Promises soaked
bitter-sweet, with juices squeezed from orange trees.
Then in the midst of the wild unrelenting fire-
I sung wistfully and the sting of your words fizzled out-
the match met the sea.
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