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The Other Side

of the Watermelon
A Blossom So Delicate
by chloe chan

A blossom so delicate,
caged captive in bones.
Crumple, wither, swell, It is so easy to be sad,
all still you condone. Though secret under frost, To be frustrated, and to be mad.
blossom will blossom. It is so easy to cry,
Pulsing through fingertips, Unfold will it from doss, To whine, and to complain.
carrying sore and cold. in billows of spring breeze. But why does it seem so hard to smile,
A quiver on its petals, To laugh, and to be grateful,
break the best of bold. Behind your deafening shivers, When there are so many things we can be grateful for?
your embrace resides,
The Heel all hide, the place i claim haven, The movies we watch when sleep doesn’t come,
from light and from might. where we lay side by side. As the light from the sunrise peeks through the window.
Warriors, put to rout. The videos we laugh to on our beds,
Cacodemons, still stride about. For all that you are, Sharing them in the group chat we had since we were kids.
i see you. The clips of cute animals and mini cafes,
Fight it, kick it, choke it, Through silent cries, Cracks and parodies, or how to make crème brulee.
till death it wavers your notions. i hear you. The few stars that shine brighter than city lights,
wail and writhe and claw, And the bright moon that follows you every night.
till death it hesitates your thoughts. A blossom so delicate,
These beautiful things but yet we see,
yet when in arms of the shattered- Scars, pain and brutality.
it blooms. We see nightmares, trauma, and anxiety.
We overthink and spread rumours
Of bad things that aren’t even happening.

[ A poem about anxiety, knowing that Tears that fall down from our eyes to our cheeks,
someone’s there for you and comfort in The pillowcase that wets, dries, and wets again.
midst of disquiet. ] We don’t see stars in the dark,
Because
We’re blinded by the fear of being in the dark.

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