Capillary Roots
Lilacs blooming
out of my eyes
give me an utterly
gorgeous demise.
If I pull them out
I still can't see;
it's getting increasingly
harder to breathe.
What can I do?
Nobody sees
the discomfort induced
by these glorified weeds.
Copyright © Onyx Plunkett | Year Posted 2021
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