The Earth's Seasons Control (Me)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: August 10, 2014

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In the Spring time,

The cool Earth gives me a second chance.

My nose turns pink and my eyes all watery.

The sunlight warms my scabs and closes them smoothly.

 

In the Summer time,

I run freely in hopes of never stopping.

My body forms its own constellation of pink stars.

Love makes my scabs turn ripe.

 

In the Fall,

I get lonely.

Air runs through my lungs, waiting impatiently.

My scabs open up again. The blood flows beautifully like a river down my surfaces.

 

In the Winter,

I am hidden in my own shadows.

My face turns pale and my lips cracked dry.

My scabs harden. They are now rough-textured and brown.


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