Wilt With Me

Bright, lush, beauty is pain
Existence is pain
Unbearable pain
I cause, and feel — pain

I see you
Red as the blood I freed from the hand of my oppressor
But their sickness lingers
And you stand there, red as the passion that left my wilting petals

I reach out, the last of my strength fleeting
A touch
So small
Yet now
You wilt with me

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