Frozen Youth

Plastic flowers twist their necks

Spiraling from dirtless cups

From wormless heaps of everlasting

Grasses, marbles, sitting

In a fading room, a moaning sky

When coldness stirs the heart inside

Those heartless flowers stay the same

A frozen youth, empty names

Bloody roses, sunny flowers

Orchids in a wall of shame

Immortal beauty, how cursed you are

How pitiful, eternal scar

I am a blogger, poet, artist and an aspiring novelist. Through Iridescent Anatomies, I advocate for idea journaling, therapeutic writing and other introspective work.

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