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"As if love is something made and then felt"
(Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse.) Thank you for reading! <3

something made

Today a little boy was taught that in the absence of light,

Today a little boy was taught that in the absence of light, sunflowers shun their heads towards

Today a little boy was taught that in the absence of light, sunflowers shun their heads towards each other.

So he unpicked those words from their roots,

So he unpicked those words from their roots, saw two of the same while cycling down a path.

Maybe his vine grip around her wrist

Maybe his vine grip around her wrist was loving her without asking for directions.

At night,

At night, they probably grew into each other's space

At night, they probably grew into each other's space & rubbed their eyes raw in dirt,

At night, they probably grew into each other's space & rubbed their eyes raw in dirt, maybe her cheeks,

At night, they probably grew into each other's space & rubbed their eyes raw in dirt, maybe her cheeks, weeks away from splitting in holy light,

At night, they probably grew into each other's space & rubbed their eyes raw in dirt, maybe her cheeks, weeks away from splitting in holy light, he strokes

as if love is something made and then felt,

as if the cold church-bell sting

as if the cold church-bell sting of ringed knuckles,

as if he loves her too much to let her bloom

as if he loves her too much to let her bloom without him.

Today,

Today, a little boy

Today, a little boy saw two sunflowers,

Today, a little boy saw two sunflowers, before the blood rushed back,

Today, a little boy saw two sunflowers, before the blood rushed back, a butterfly crawling wingless back into a cocoon,

up their left arms

up their left arms & he held her hand,

up their left arms & he held her hand, he held her hand,

he held her before reality stung their eyes bloody.

In the absence of light,

In the absence of light, they pressed their faces together

In the absence of light, they pressed their faces together & took their little boy home.

(i.n)

This is the first of 3 or 4 poems I'm going to enter in a competition, called 'The Orwell Youth Prize'. I'll leave the link in the comments if anyone else wants to enter, but it's for UK citizens only and the age group 12-18.

It's a contest where you enter an article, short story, collection of poems or any form of writing based on the prompt, 'The Future you Want'. My poems will be based on how I want the future to be a place where everyone is comfortable in their own skin, and most likely will be based on femininity and race, two things I write often about.

Thank you for reading! x

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