No pretty child could deflower
roses so beautifully as these petal-yellow leaves
have fallen without sound, so this will serve as my
moment of silence for my girl-woman-beasthood
meditating in the carnival of noise
so this barbaric yawp, again a whimper
will be unable to destroy the construct
of adulthood and duty and calm sanity
another day falls like the rest, onto the pile
scattered on the sidewalk for some passerby to ignore

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