"the gusting wind rose and took the man
who, burnt, was an ashen bust; the ash was
scattered into the..."
“the gusting wind rose and took the man
who, burnt, was an ashen bust; the ash was
scattered into the air, butterflies of dead burnt
flesh, featherlight human puzzle pieces. gone
in a moment, but gone already for a longer
time than any could imagine. his was
a slow, burning, fearful goodbye. he had
stood here longer than any had, and yet it
was a waiting that the sun had taken from his
body, all peeling burnt flecked skin. and
as the gusting wind rose, his body was
taken into the air like dead roses and somewhere
reformed as a pile of dust, powder that
became with the ground and mixed into
a fertilizer. from it rose a rose of white and red
and thorns, having learned from its past life
that there is a need for natural defenses, and only
those who understand them will be able to slip
by without pricking themselves.”
- "noon-light, a thought"—-ck burch, 2010 (via oddandbeautiful)
who, burnt, was an ashen bust; the ash was
scattered into the air, butterflies of dead burnt
flesh, featherlight human puzzle pieces. gone
in a moment, but gone already for a longer
time than any could imagine. his was
a slow, burning, fearful goodbye. he had
stood here longer than any had, and yet it
was a waiting that the sun had taken from his
body, all peeling burnt flecked skin. and
as the gusting wind rose, his body was
taken into the air like dead roses and somewhere
reformed as a pile of dust, powder that
became with the ground and mixed into
a fertilizer. from it rose a rose of white and red
and thorns, having learned from its past life
that there is a need for natural defenses, and only
those who understand them will be able to slip
by without pricking themselves.”
- "noon-light, a thought"—-ck burch, 2010 (via oddandbeautiful)
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