The Cells by Chloie
By Chloie, Year 10
The cells our bodies bleed into the earth’s surface—
Flowers embed themselves into our bones, wrapping us up tightly, preparing the decay. The lilies of the valley sway around us,
The earth’s wind picking up,
It grows aggressive.
Lovely scavengers circling from above—
Flying down to greet us.
As our soul runs down the path, seeking an escape,
There’s a flicker in the distance;
We are met with reality.
A wave collides with us, shoving us into the earth’s surface one last time. Fluorescent colours begin to fade,
Flowers embrace our departure;
Bodies growing numb due to their grasp.
We feel as if we are slipping.
But we aren’t ready!
We haven’t experienced life—
All has been stripped from us.
We waited patiently for our time!
And now we have to take our departure?
Hands grapple the earth—
Desperate to stay.
Please let us stay.
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