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”Echoflower”
She blooms in the dark where the streetlights fail,
painted in the colours that night can’t name.
Her pulse is a quiet rebellion, trembling pale,
a lantern caught in its own flame.
I touch her shadow just to feel her speak,
soft as thunder rolling under my skin.
She carries storms in the curve of her cheek,
and mercy in the places where I break thin.
If she stays, the sky bends closer to hear;
if she leaves, the world forgets its spine.
Either way, I walk her echo without fear;
some hauntings are holy,
and this one is mine.
Poem by ©Arlo
Prompting and rendering by ©Sorrah