mulch


 

Not even dirt honestly 

 

more like that sticky stuff between the dirt and rock under the ground 

 

So far down I can be bothered to look for the sun anymore 

 

I was a princess living this fantasy with a prince who could never love me

 

More like a tragedy 

 

An unfortunate scene of fatalities 

 

So I’ll stay under the ground 

Where I’ll look up to dirt feelings 

And pretend the sun doesn’t exist anymore

For me,

it really doesn’t

Author

amanda.gladstone@ucalgary.ca
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