Petals by Emma Klein

Flower petals fly out of my lungs
While I stand in the pouring rain
My paper skin flakes off at the slightest touch
I grip my hand to my chest praying the beating star inside won’t collapse
I wait
As the leaves growing to shroud my heart are picked by broken fingers
And I look up to see you, trying to reach for me
But being soaked in cold sleet





Emma Klein
Emma Klein is from Los Angeles, California. She's a fandom enthusiast, and you can usually find her writing or drawing about humans and/or cats. (Because cats are rad.) She really likes to cosplay, wear superhero masks for no legitimate reason, and present her poetry in front of daunting crowds. She hopes to one day get a major in illustration or some other equally cool artsy thing, and then maybe make her own cartoon.


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