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He bored her - that unforgivable sin by man against woman, Her passions reduced to a stalemate, The wild dreams of bursting puberty, the mirthful tremors of a blooming flower, Made to wilt beneath a sun of predictability and abandonment, Retreating into himself in waves of withdrawal from the sands of her heart, He took to the lifeless water and floated without care, She is beached, all zeal departing her as she eulogizes the promise of a future at that hour of her past.
In order to rise
From its own ashes
A phoenix
First
Must
Burn.

— Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Talents (via purplebuddhaproject)