falling and growing

and on the eighth day 

of torture and forgetting 

 

we fell like flowers 

rooting for each other 

when our petals have fallen 

too quick

 

we fell like broken glass 

laying on the same floor 

unable to come back together 

afraid to touch the pieces 

fearing that it could cut 

 

we fell like baby teeth 

growing old of each other 

letting new teeth take place 

in the palace of our mouths. 

 

and on the ninth day 

of torture and forgetting 

 

we grew like trees 

without violent words 

that blew down each others branches 

we learned to let go. 

 

so that on the tenth day 

we could bloom 

 

alone. 

 

– j.ds 

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