Bougainvillea hugged the door of the house I dreamt about th..
Added 2023-01-02 19:13:09 +0000 UTCBougainvillea hugged the door of the house I dreamt about the night you told me that freedom tastes like flowers. "This nectar", you said, sweeping it under my tongue, "will grow sweeter in your tropical mouth." I waited for the rain to bury your garden in my chest, but your freedom floods my lungs with words too bitter to stay. So I planted lemons in your backyard to remind you what sacrifice tastes like. You came back riding a hurricane meant to rip my roots and plough summer through my veins. Bougainvillea hugged my ankles the day you told me freedom tastes like flowers. Lemons have never tasted sweeter. by silent_scribbler
