Poem -

Petal

Petal

Petals fall
and brush my face
I look up and see
cherry blossoms.

I have a cherry blossom
behind my ear. 
It reminds me 
of my change,
my transformation. 

From a girl
into a woman. 

Petal. 
My nickname
and something
unspoken
that saved my life. 

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Link to a reading: https://soundcloud.com/lily_cas/petal

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Lily Cas

Yes it is indeed a mystery and something I rarely speak of. this was just a random spur of the moment write. Lol glad you liked the soundcloud I need to record a few more but not been feeling up to it. Glad you enjoyed :))

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BookWorm

I just heard your reading. Are you British or something?

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Lily Cas

So, it's a little funny actually. I'm a southern belle through and through but whenever I recite/read something I say it in a kinda British/English accent because it sounds better to my ears rather than me speaking normally. Because even if I do try to speak normal it winds up sounding like what you heard. I also watched a lot of British tv growing up so in everyday life I kinda have one too...unless I get angry and I sound like a southern girl through and through. 

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BookWorm

I looked you up on SoundCloud and I love your poetry. You should make more readings!

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