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Prose 01: The Femme

Collage by Aylea Skye/ Original Images by Unknown Sources

Bearing,

Holding

The roots of overgrown trees

Tainted,

To the tender tips of those bitter wilting leaves,

Slowly suffocating in the 

Breeze 

Through this 

Hold your own

Not worshiped

But a homage

You are the throne

Life giver, you’re a cosmos 

An earth itself

Beautifully spewing with an honourable wealth

Sit down now, let it simmer. 

You’re the pheobus.

Femme.