delicate dandelions dance in the morning dew, while children chatter close by. the wind whistles wildly, catapulting the dandelions seeds into a whirlwind. as they glide, gorgeously garnishing the golden sunrise sky, they are lightly loosened, then forcibly flung further from their friends.
a dandelion, such a helpless thing, isn't it? one of the classically used metaphors for innocence, where the wind takes advantage of her—where the wind has his way?
flustered and fluttering, the fleeting lives of these flowers fall into the fists of a sly, slippery someone. a someone so seemingly spotless trust is tossed to them in totality.
a spotless someone, a protector of sorts. and of course you'd trust him, being as innocent and naïve as you are. and when he vows to keep you safe from the troubling wind, of course you'll believe him.
delicate dandelions dissipate as the sly special someone splits them at their stems.
"but how do i protect myself from the one meant to protect me?"
"you don't".
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
