Desiccated Soul

Sarah Doughty

I’m not a delicate flower,
something you cherish
for all your days.
I’m that black rose,
wilted and withering.
The thing no one wants.
No matter how you look at it,
there’s no fixing
my desiccated soul.

© Sarah Doughty

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