Bleached
A palm beach buried in snow
white as a blank page
that waits for a story I’ll never write
I look ahead instead
at the future
pale as death unknown
And we’ll never know
the scream of the tree as it fell
the painful saw
the pulp it was pressed into
Or the chipping
the beating
the bleach that ripped away its hue
that stained it white
and left it here
for who
Author: Rebekah Teller
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