#intropective poetry

[semburatsore]

THE UNSEEN CRACKS

I'm such a fool, believing in fairy tales—the prince of charming, a knight on a white horse.

Such a waste.

Remember the blades of wild grass singing and dancing with you, all the time. I was swallowed by fantasies, by the romance he had. Never thought of the birdies who always said hello to me. The kiddos who always gave me gifts, smiling and everything i needed. Why did i focus on the sunburn that gave me burnt skin, on wrinkles of a carrot and cracks in a snail's shell?

Think again.

Semburat Sore,

13.05.25