Modeled_after_the_mck

Prologue

This one is personal, this one is deep, this is something only ONE will understand.
And it most likely will go on unread.
But I am documenting my life, and at some point, every story has an end.
Even short-lived, and those that we didn’t even know we were living. I present a December dream from my home in Seattle, in hopes of healing and dealing with trauma.

The expression of art is my daily therapy.
I may add to this piece but for now, this is what I have to say. If I had known then what I know now I might’ve remained in Puget Sound.
Please be kind, please be gentle, and enjoy this time with your family close this holiday season.

-McKenzie.B.

December Dream

Christmas red blood all around,
Dripping onto the floor ground,
Curled up the ribbon, my body all around.

December dream,
You were and are a theme,
The ‘clause’ is a nightmare,
Remembering is a daydream.

Fa Lala La, come back home to me,
The Big S, evergreen, rain city,
Telling father there would be no Christmas, pity.
Knowing you would have made each day jolly and giddy.

The fireplace is lined up ready for your stocking,
Just like in the manger, dying for the king,
Holding you in this winter night would have been my only present to bring.
So I’ll dream a December dream of you, my sugar plum, dancing.

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Vintage wardrobe by

“Senescence”

You never treated me like the flower I was,
Layer by layer, petal by petal,
Never growing from the soil, wondering,
“Does he love me, does he love me not.”
You separated me,
Stealing me of my protective sepals,
Even when I was just budding,
Trying my best to bloom for you,
Leaving just the stem and pistol,
All of my nectar and each fine dust of pollen exposed,
Taken from my roots, placed in an empty vase,
Only adding water to keep me alive for your enjoyment,
Contaminating time and time again,
While you flourished in other flowers,
Flowers that weren’t your favorite color or smell,
Those whose thorns were never exposed but would cut you in the end,
You watched as I withered in the artificial light,
Dry, wilted, sunken, and decayed.

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