This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
feed me a flower
during new year’s first shower
your fingers jump back
to make sure my teeth don’t latch
onto beauty       time’s worst match
the dewy grass breaks
beneath the slither of snakes
fear has no contact
with the tips of your muddy
shoes        nature is left all bloody
sing me some nonsense-
filled tune             your voice is quite intense
auras of such strengthÂ
are left behind to collapseÂ
when i force youth to elapse