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Bloom of Organic Girl

Author: ShadowParadox
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Words: 440
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Bloom of Organic Girl

Her smile is gluten free
Her coco skin smooth
Her blood is chocolate, sweet and silky
Metal roses flowing thru golden veins
Sugary smells evaporates from pores
Tight charcoal coiled hair is entwined, braided, twisted
Like iridescent scaly snakes

Her ivory spine splits as dreams open into wings
Her tree body pushing through the ground
As leaves sprouts from fingers
The roots of her heart is buried deep
She is fertilized with love and hope
Chemical free she grows
Never wilting only flourishing
She is a structure of strength
An element of hope and peace
Healthy is her seeds
As they drip from her tears

Organic Girl with juicy fruits rich with substance
As humans eat off her and fill themselves with her goodness
Flowers blossom and burst around her
Birds sing lullabies in her branches
She sways with the winds dance

But a storm raged one day when the air in society changed
Humans bled themselves in their mind
Their hearts morphed into a harmful substance
Their fingers tipped with poison
Everything they touched turned to ashes

They poured that horrid substance into a viral
Then the masquerade began
The substance turned into a chemical virus
It spread throughout the Emerald Forest
Many trees were slashed and chopped
Flowers crushed

But one tree still stood
Thick and unmoving
Towering; glaring

Humans snarled; waving silver axes

Organic girl whistled through her leaves
A robin fluttered towards the humans
They cursed and buried little darts into his chest
But the robin was filled with elemental magic and morphed into a human
His emerald ruby eyes flashing

The humans growled and begin to attack

Robin thrust his hands forward and grabbed all the humans except one
He opened his razor mouth and gobbled them up
His spine stretched as he bent toward the remaining human

"Evaporate from our land and spread awareness for we are this land. We inherited it before you humans were braided with bones. Tell them Robin is back and this is his hood."

Years flew by yet there stood Organic girl holding strong to her rights
Robin had become ashes
But his ashes mingled with the dirt and roots of Organic Girls heart and soul
For true love never parts from the departed

Submitted on 2015-04-02 17:16:23     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  L5 sugary smells evaporate …not evaporates. L10 as leaves sprout…. not sprouts. L11 the roots of her heart are buried deep … not is buried deep. L17 healthy are her seeds … not is her seeds. L29 They poured that horrid substance into a vial… not viral. L44 the humans growled and began to attack…not begin to attack
| Posted on 2015-04-15 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
  The depth of this story's message is definitely something I couldn't ignore. Admittedly, it's a fault of mine that I automatically leap to anything involving organic nature- nevertheless, the title was gravitating.
I do wish you would have gone into more literal detail, rather than the symbolism you used for the girl's metaphysics, but that could be my greed; desperately wishing this could be an actively funded concept.
Is it odd that I associated this piece with Pan's Labyrinth, somewhat? The eerie yet dazzling images you describe just go hand in hand, I think. I can almost see the girl's teeth; pearl white and filed. A dashing smile, crescent moons placed as her eyes.
Should send this to Disney, seeing that they're seemingly seeking out more mystical ideas.
| Posted on 2015-04-14 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ]

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