The thing that grows in the dark

in the depths of disappointment

in the gusts of grief

In the rains of hurt,

(when the skies ferment and the atmosphere growls and the air crackles and the world keeps turning but

all you want is for it to shake and convulse and writhe and absolutely thrash around and

utterly annihilate itself

or even just stop abruptly and throw everyone off into a cold frozen death

but the world just keeps turning)

there is a seed discreetly sowed; carried in by the gusts and the rains

and the shadows.

that rides in on the fingers that grasp at the cloak of the sun

and when the sun looks back

it shrinks away

and it drops a piece of itself and keeps chasing the sun.

but the sun cannot look behind it forever, and so it turns ahead and continues and behind it, it casts a shadow

And this is where the seed grows in the shadow of the sun hiding

growing in the depths of everything that the sun is not saying, no no

No. Definitely not.

terrible horrible ugly disgusting worthless a bother a bother a huge bother disgusting disgusting appalling she deleted your photos your videos your conversations

and now youre making poetry for her because you found her blog that she dedicated to making found word poetry with texts from an ex that arent yours

worthless.

the seed says things like that

as its master chases the sun, grasping at its cloak shrinking away and dropping little pieces of itself

When the sun starts to turn

F1 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/vm3344/a_silent_summer_would_be_nice_but_you_wont_stop/ie0agfu/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

F2 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/vlrqjb/melting/ie0hre7/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3