Scattered
by Lorelei

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
I look into my palm
At the tiny white onion blossoms.
They look lonely in my palm,
Scattered against pale skin.

I think about his eyes,
Pale and green,
Like a rolling meadow,
Deep and moist like a lake.

I look into his eyes,
And the tiny white onion blossoms
Are still there.
They are scattered in his eyes
Over the shallow pools,
No longer a lake,
And I can feel them wilting in my hand.