efflorescence

United States

16 | INFJ | ♀️| massachusetts

[ summer + fall 2019 ] peer ambassador

just a melancholy, existential girl with a penchant for poetry, fairy tales, and magical realism.

Message to Readers

just another poem that i scribbled in my notes sometime late last night

purity is for the living

May 29, 2020

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                   the boneyard     
is where virgin souls go to die
            boys and girls
        tiptoeing their curling toes      
across the precipitated soil
                    youth            
               who wish themselves      
        into primordial graves 
because 
        the purple rings blossomed around their eyelids      
                like folded violets
have already marked them      
    for the afterlife
                birthmarks           
    that carry them one blink closer to death      
        and back again
before they flee to ghosts      
    and footprint their pasts like fantasies. 
stillness      
                is the new present      
and they’ve never had need for organs and viscera anyway.

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