Take my hand/Twist until I break | Archie Everes
A lifetime ago, absoluteness falters before uncertainty,
emboldening azure eyes a foreign memory in one’s mind.
Unable to forget. Unwilling to recall.
In another life, one would possess the ability to move forwards,
to finally progress unto the ending.
In another life, an asphodel would not reek despair in such vivid scents,
would not have the weight of repentance wilting every petal.
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If she is left a tombstone, the asphodels must be buried deep within the dirt she rests upon,
trodden on by all fortunate enough to be graced with such a sight.
One would wonder, underground, whether such a disgraced flora belongs to decorate the granite,
or if it was planted to provide sustenance to the dirt encasing it, so it, too, may flourish.
Though people do not gather to gaze at what is below them, growing, forgiving and healing.
She already flourishes, after all.
Archie Everes is an out-of-school caregiver currently learning Mandarin, with plans of pursuing future study in criminal psychology and creative media. She holds a strong affinity to moral-based literature, prompted by Dante's Inferno, and inspires many of her works around the moral complexities within love.