When war breaks out (I bleed flowers).

My heart

splinters

under the weight

of these

memories.

Relentless in their

immortality;

demanding space

within my head.

Behind my eyes.

Insisting on life.

And still,

despite this war,

I choose to

bleed

flowers

instead of pain.

It is a quiet

rebellion.

—When war breaks out (I bleed flowers)

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