The Trees and Me/Paint it Black

The trees and me

The trees outside my window

have shed themselves of your gaze

new life blooms

untainted and free beauty

but my chestnut hair

is still stained by your touch

why can’t I rejuvenate

like the trees

 

Paint it black

The birds sang for us

to build something incredible

flowers bloomed

in our footsteps

fertilised with the promise

of forever

but we lost sight

of nature’s plan

and destroyed each other instead

 

Words by Zoe Kassiotis

Illustration by Sascha Tan

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