Let me bloom

in between yourhoroscoped-hands’lucky cracks.allow me to takeroot, be anchored sodeep no soap&watercan slip me out of your touch. watch as i unfold—leaf by leaf.before my petals fall, a notice: you areallowed to tastemy fruits, too. — 26.05.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.… Continue reading Let me bloom

praying nets

mix mud and heavy raindrops, a murky puddle void of the skill to mirror even the slightest silhouette, pour some more, pour some more, until it overpours into a snake-shaped waterway flowing gently in May, in a rugged rush on monsoon days, either way, on it, lays the floating wood and men with paddle arms… Continue reading praying nets