June 17th

When you die, I want
to be the flower blooming


on your grave. Not in honor,
but in spite, because yes,


I grew from your rot,
but I still reached the light


you never saw; will never
see again.

Cassidy Black, Spite, page 39 of Heartbeat 100 (via boneskitter)
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