Entries for the seasonal construct cup poems!~ |
Satan's Garden Garden of my world not a place to be Society and labels my mother hates me Each seed planted filled with despise Roots intertwining thriving as one No water needed feeds off my pain I only exist here this loveless garden No flowers or veggies here will you find No sunshine or colors waving at the sun Just soil and stumps she tends to carefully Fueling her anger fooled by her love I'm breaking free from her Satanic grasp It's MY garden now I take my life back ![]() |