Crushed

My words are flowers
Which you ground into the concrete with
Your heel
Blurring each syllable
until a string of sentences from my soul
And a list of bleak definitions
Were all the same bittersweet soup
Shredded petals forced upon weakened stems
Only one message carried now
We will never grow or rise from this
We will never be beautiful again.

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