The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You bleed onto the moss. It is a warm, copper taste that fills your mouth before the pain even registers. The blade is still in your side. You do not pull it out. To pull it out would be to admit that the body is separate from the wound. You are not separate. You are the wound. You are the steel. You are the green, wet earth that swallows the blood and calls it rain. Here, the air is thick with...

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