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 strength
are left behind to collapse
when i force youth to elapse