Non-existent Perfection

(Erika Poling)

"Progress, not perfection." The best advice ever.

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Face blue, holding my breath
Yelling at you, cardiac arrest 
Ended in a sudden death

Now, flowers bloom 
And trees grew brand-new 
After an evil force threw 
And torched Fire towards our love, our forrest 
Us, we’re a wreck
Face Pale
Veins visible through your neck 

And brazed branches fell
Amazed, I stumbled, tripped
And hit my head

There’s nowhere to run
We couldn’t escape 

Both a burning hot mess

Caught at the bottom of

The thread
 
My tight renaissance dress 
Breaking out 
A work in progress 
© Erika Poling 2020