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bitterchi

United States

music is just wiggly air

Message from Writer

"Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside. Now fill the world with music, love, and pride."
-Lin-Manuel Miranda

"I was the knight in shining armor in your movie, put your lips on mine and love the aftertaste
Now, I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me
You're the reason that I just can't concentrate."
- Jon Bellion, All Time Low

hanahaki

August 3, 2018

PROMPT: Open Prompt

5
I recently have been having a problem blooming 
Blossoming, rather
Inside of me 

It began slowly at first
A tickle at the back of my throat during class
Tapping my foot impatiently 
Pulling my shirt collar 

The soft ring of the bell dismissed us
I dipped my head to drink from the water fountain
The putrid metallic taste was no match
For the problem growing inside me. 

I tried to ignore it
The dry coughs during lunchtime 
Concerned glances from my table 
As my lunch sat untouched 

Suddenly 
A gut-wrenching pain 
Twisting and sprouting 
Burning my throat and leaving my lungs breathless
I sprinted to the girls room
And coughed and coughed 

My hands gripped the sides of the sink
Knuckles white 
After a particularly foul-sounding hack
A flower petal 
Small and white in color 
With drops of red blood
Dancing and falling gracefully 
Landed in the sink 

I called my mom soon after
She picked me up in a panic
I convinced her with my soothing words that I wasn't terribly sick
But the sting inside my body howled as I spoke 

Soon thereafter, more petals appeared 
All small and in different colors 
Beautifully diverse and special 
Their roots cutting and wrapping inside of my body 
Tearing at my throat with their thorns 

Oh, how the pain worsened
Waking up on quiet summer nights 
To spend the rest of the night in the bathroom 
Giving life to these plants 
Who are so blissfully unaware of the pain they cause me 

I have begun to blossom 
Petals turned into whole flowers
Roses, daisies, irises, hydrangeas
They began to line my bedside 
Dying and suffocating 
Something that we both shared

The pain cannot be ignored at this stage 
I desperately try to clean up the traces of blood in my bathroom
But as my breaths slow down 
My body settles to rest peacefully
The flowers bloom more elegantly 
Brighter, fuller, in bunches they fall

I struggled as I moved outside, into my mother's garden 

I tripped on a root and fell on freshly laid topsoil.

So as I lay here
Surrounded by their glowing radiance 
Thorns digging into my skin
Vines snaking their way out of my cut-up mouth 
Roots embedded deep into my lungs 
Gathering as many as I can into my frail arms
I can only think of now
The beauty that I brought this world 








    

    


 
"You made flowers grow in my lungs and, although they are beautiful, I cannot breathe." -Unknown 

First post! All constructive critism is welcome! 

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2 Comments
  • i.xue

    I've come across quite a few short stories centered around this fictitious disease, but I don't think I've seen it in verse before. so this was an interesting read.
    nicely done on the imagery--it's both alluring and vivid. is there a specific structure you're following (meter, fixed form, etc.), though? or is it entirely free verse?
    oh, and one more comment: considering my previous knowledge of the hanahaki disease and its root causes (pun intended), I'd say you could have alluded just a little more to that element of 'unrequited love.' personally, I think that'd enhance the clarity and power of the overall concept.


    8 months ago
  • paperbird

    Woah...this is so powerful and beautifully expressed, I can’t even


    9 months ago