She Became a Superhero
She Became a Superhero
Fractal death, dying within the dead, Nobody could anticipate the crash, It was all on days of honey but for one metal stash, Stashed in bodies of nectar and bees came for the harvest, Pollinate the remains from flowers of the other side
Photograph the flowers, beauty memorized, in shades of pounding horror and cold iron... Should she remember? Would you do better? Or would you also forget her?
So... I'll be honest, I haven't posted a while so I just wanted to post, something, anything. Went through my poetry backlog... and I thought why not post a scrap I did a little while back? And by scrap I mean a piece I didn't finish, I wrote in one sitting, with some emotion in mind but never got there. And so... we're left with a scrap. It's strange I'll admit, not sure how much sense it really even makes to a reader, but you know, I think it's a worth while piece just because it's a scrap. Maybe it was meant to end where I ended it even if I didn't plan that. Maybe it great all on it's own, maybe it was always meant to be great scrap Enjoy! -The one and only Phnks
