let those things perish
linda m. crate
winter falling
mother's tears,
but i cannot shake
the joy
i feel in all the silence;
have found i despise
pomegranates
for all their bitter promises
i have been remade
so many times and so many lives
i've shed behind me
have also shed my need for death
too many nightmares
i have endured
the light is what i crave
so i shattered all my nightmares
i walk in the light
white goddess
full of love, warmth, and flowers
i prefer kindness
but i shall cut all those who would hurt me
with my thorns
because too long i've given my words
to those who did not deserve them
so let those things perish
along with my need for hades.
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