There are fractured flowers
in my wrinkled backyard
where the shots still echo,
punching holes in my chest
just like the time I shot you
There are fractured flowers
in my wrinkled backyard
where your grave is,
the grounds untouched since
I buried you
There are fractured flowers
in my wrinkled backyard
I don’t like flowers anymore
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text // sumaiya naser
art // muizz alaradi