dandelion

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by petriichor-

by petriichor-

I WANT TO BE LIKE A DANDELION with its hands of white floating euphorically through spring air.

i want to blossom like her, grow like her, smile like her.

i want to be her.

she is whole, she is happy, she sways a crowd with her everlasting beam and when i choke in my words i resent the reflection on broken mirror glass while it slices the skin along my feet.

the spring air billows refreshments, singing sinfonietta, a euphony of free bliss and yet i am not the dandelions but the wilted petals dissolving into the dying soils below. i am not the dandelions— that feline masterpiece that knits smiles into soft fabrics of wool and sips from chalices of exquisiteness, she is and she smiles wickedly through the cracks of my mirror.

i want to be the dandelions but i'll never be.