If I was a flower

I'd be rotten

But to others

I still smell sweet

Why must it be this way

How can a flower be so rotten

How can I be so rotten

A flower looks terrible

But still smells sweet

As am I

People are drawn to me for no reason

It's either love or hatred

They either think I look too rotten

Or think I smell so sweet

It's a rotten flower

And a rotten life...

The people call me something of peace. My beautiful calls, and innocent white feathers. But do they not understand how we live the same as any other bird?

We seem innocent, and we can be. But not always.

I do think it's beautiful they find us as a symbol of love and peace. But it's tiring, is it not?

You'd be upset if the only thing you were known for is war. And we both know that's not all you...

(TW FOR IMPLICATIONS OF SA, SH, AND THINGS SIMILAR. BUT REMEMBER THAT THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL)

I thought, I thought I would be fine, that's whst they told me. I thought they'd love me...

I was took away from my mom and dad, more specifically my dad. I was young. My dad lashed out.. and acted too "weird". And my mom always did things outside i wasnt sure of. I obviously didn't understand what was w...

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They know me

They know me well

We've been up and down for 4 years

I love them a lot

They know me better than anyone else

I feel known by them

Tommy

She knows me

She's known me for a bit less than a year now

And I like her a lot

But she can't get together with me

I still love her and vice versa

She makes me feel known...

I bare my sharp teeth as I lay, nearly lifeless as the last of the wolves run from their smaller, quicker, young relative. The coyote.

I howl out, "Oh how could you do this brother of mine" But no howl back.

I lay. A rabbit teases me, hopping by, as my vision fades.

Blood seeps out. Other coyotes pass.

Vultures start to pick at the lifeless body. The crows watch. And the rivers run.

The sun ...