Isolation Poem by Zoe Guillory

Isolation



But my dandelion had died.
Her sunny pedals had become the soft snow
of Death's fingerless grasp.
She died alone
as she had lived alone:
protected from the lush green grass,
the sunlight her only friend
to seep through her shield of pure glass.

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