#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 25
X-ray your words
I am consoling my plant’s journal today
where pages were crying,
yearning for last cigarette
only to dry out salty tears.
Classic words were sobbing,
for seasonal floras,
delicate and stagnant.
Where have you been,
Oh timeless pioneer?
Small ones were innocent,
creepers were distracted,
giant fiddle-leaf fig were still breathing
but all were dead inside,
begging for fresh emotions.
I don’t know what to say,
lost in their battle cries.
I am sorry,
I failed to realize.
Prompts:
• Death of my houseplants #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawardsThis post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023
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