[[<img src='https://i.dlpng.com/static/png/1522335-peach-png-peach-png-599_446_preview.png'>|the start]]lovely [[fuzzy]]
sweet and pure
pretty in [[pink]],
with crevaces [[sure]]discolored flecks
stain her saccharine skin.
lovely in lilac
set to begin.fuzzy
[[smooth]] to the touch
with a sure, solid inside.guaranteed to hurt
those who bite
too far.sweet that which
tough that which
falls often.nature's proof
that to be soft
is to be [[powerful->Next Passage]].the pit, final chance,
at new life; [[rebirth]].
she takes a deep breath
and dives firm in the earth.she waits there in patience
as years pass on by,
then [[sprouts->leaf]] a new chance
and remembers to fly.[[<img src='https://i.imgur.com/bXEjqhZ.png'>|leaf2]][[<img src='https://i.imgur.com/puISf4q.jpg'>|solid]]A thin wisp whistles through
the empty echoes
of a hollow chest.
Chill sets deep within the branches
and cries a lonesome sound
birds flock from.
Solitude bleeds open sores and
the incessant rubbing of rattling ribs
stirs a vicious beast that feasts on fragility.
A sprig of red
plants itself between the lungs
and feeds on every inhale.