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Wilting
For Luke.
Colin Adams

He must have felt like a flower in a forest of clothes,
surrounded by peacoats, jackets, ties, belts.
There, smothered by shadow, forgotten by the sun.

I imagine a black belt with a tired luster came
down from the shelf—its buckle sang
as it scraped across the wood, ready
to pluck a flower from his roots.

Tight around his throat-tight neck,
the belt had an unexpected sharpness to it, 
a fact accentuated by each hard, blood-banked thud.

The leather groaned as a tired tree in a storm.
The wilted garment rod creaked.
His long amber hair sagged as tired petals do.

I read your note two weeks later. Your mom gave me it.
It was wordshit. You spelled ‘disappointment’ wrong.
Idiot.


​National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Call 1-800-273-8255 
Born in Colorado, living in California, Colin enjoys books, running, physics, and other things.

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