• bellemoon99 6w

    Wither

    I look up from my sealed sarcophagus.
    My tired limbs worn down by the effort.
    Flowers are starting to grow from my chest,
    As the ones that were inside wither and decay.
    Hidden from the world, forever in a dark cave.
    Oh, but this is all my doing! So let me just wither away.
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