Distilled emptiness
Frustration rushing up like steam from an angry kettle

Wine-red stage curtains swaying imperceptibly
like optical illusion
like vertical red blood cells
like still-life waterfalls,
trampling on emerald-green 'weeds'
becoming unseen like the flat grey sky.

Inadequacy
Wear it against your heart
Let it gnaw at your esteem

Rain will come
Into the soil
where my soul rests.

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2nd verse marks my day-dreaming during econs lec and my walking over grass for maths after that. I deliberately walked into those thorny plants just to get my hand pricked by one of the branches (to feel alive?)
before maths started, i asked ain, what counts as weed, is it when it's unwanted?

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