#9.8.18

Too often we compare people to flowers

"you're as pretty as a tulip"

"you're as sweet as a rose"

We focus on the beauty of the flower on top

And ignore the roots beneath

We ignore the stem that slowly grew,

Striving against the odds

We ignore the sun dappled leaves,

Grown for necessity,

Kept for safety and structure

We ignore the brown of the petals

The worms slowly eating away

And we feed our fear

Of becoming the fertiliser we grew from

Instead of looking at the

worn out tears

Dirty browns

And falling petals

As badges of honour

For the fears we have passed

We keep our eyes on the pretty

Some fabulous fan art from Alexa Bliss’s Instagram.

"HOLD. THE. PHONE. I think Piper is onto something! Liz posted a video of last night and Luke was wearing a red shirt, not the black & red heart shirt…. and look at Luke’s hair length, it doesn’t look the same to me…. and plus Sierra would’ve posted something by now about being in AUS"

He could have changed, but check this out.. I went digging through my screenshots, and I found this photo.

to replace my heart

with a small wooden box. It will hold

every precious metal

that has ever settled in the curve

between my collarbone and my neck, which

has accumulated amethyst, pearl, iron,

slowly oxidising

in a way which must be constantly cleaned

for fear of stains - though

they will fade like slow scarring

over my years.

I hold my chest in the palm of my hand like a bird,

or moss. I wonder how I will fit the box

between the cool slats of my ribcage like

venetian blinds.