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Papaveraceae – by Weslyn Rae Newburn

The sharp scent of poppies shakes me,
                The sharp scent of poppies shakes me
wakes me. I haven’t felt since the end
               wakes me. I haven’t felt since the end
of summer when I curled into myself.
               of summer when I curled into myself.
I am not dead, not anymore.
              Am I not dead?


Petals of red blooming down my arms,
              Petals of red blooming down my arms,
a consolation corsage, remind me
              tempt me to drag the trowel deeper
that I am a perennial, I am rooted,
              so I will no longer be rooted
and I will flower again.
              and will never flower again.

 

Weslyn is a student at Florida State University of the Lower Penninsular US, pursuing a degree in Creative Writing and Photography. An active member of Big Bend Poets and the FSU Pagan Student Association, her work has previously appeared in the Eyrie, Tallahassee Community College’s student literary and art magazine. She lives in Tallahassee, Florida, and likes macerating roadkill to create spooky stuff and appreciating the unique beauty of reptiles. To read more of Weslyn’s work, please visit: http://stingraephotography.webs.com.

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