Withering

When he looks at her he sees beauty and potential

Things that she doesn’t see in herself

He also sees that she is withering away from the inside

He pours love over her

Enough that it reaches her roots

She wants to open up to him

To blossom

Afraid of the world

She hides from the light

Away from people and judging stares

Away from failures that seem imminent to her

She’s adapted to her surroundings

Her thorns grown in defense

Keep him from being able to touch her

To show her how soft his touch can be

He keeps the distance she allows

Continuing to show her love

Sometimes she explodes

Letting out a plume of toxins

He hacks and coughs

And even with puffed eyes

He sees her beauty

He will not give up

She will not wither away

As long as he has a say

 

That Drive (NF)

Thump thump thump

The sound echos throughout the room

It’s almost dark outside

Been here since afternoon

Thump thump swish

Another one made

This is the way this game

Was meant to be played

Thump thump squeak

Footsteps across the floor

Thump thump swish

Three points more

Thump thump…

Silence

Concentration wont break

Visualizes the completion

Then another one she takes

Follows through with the wrist

Then swish

Add one

Tired now

But still not done

Inhale Exhale

You can tell her all is given

By the way she breathes

Sweat rolls down the face

Wipe it off with a sleeve

Can’t let it get in the eyes

Distort the path to the prize

Thump Squeak Swish

She’s so good at this

Not for any other reason

Than that drive and constant…

Practice

 

She really loves this sport…