Michaela- Michaela
Girl with Flowers
Girl with flowers Standing in the sand Up to her hips and Plucking petals "Do you love me?" They turn to seeds And she flings them In an alchemy like Lightning striking sand Making of her glass Gold
MichaelaGirl with flowers Standing in the sand Up to her hips and Plucking petals "Do you love me?" They turn to seeds And she flings them In an alchemy like Lightning striking sand Making of her glass Gold
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back