Phosphorescence
by cereseithne
Scrambled for a foothold
in this desolate dry land
despite the almost perishing
sinew and cartilage that
reassembled my crumbling
hope into pieces.
I held its splintered fossils
like the treasure troves
in my flower box, yearning
for a little bit of sunshine
I could bestow myself
someday.
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