Friday, January 26, 2024

The Naked Flower

  

From the seed, I flutter free,

Morning glory, a dance with glee.

Aquatic veins with life inflamed,

I ride the wind, and danced along the rain


In full bloom, clouds cast a gloom,

Shadows stretch, a relentless loom.

Plucked away from my vine, my kin,

I clenche tight, as he caves me in.


I prayed and prayed and prayed to end this cruel scheme 

Reality bites, a nightmarish stream.

His thumb encircles, I gasp for air,

Defenseless blossom, caught in despair.


A python's grip, a relentless twine,

He tears away, my petals decline.

Clawed fingers pinch, I hide my hand, my legs my  face,

Behind the drapes, in a darkened space.


Each petal stolen, a cruel display,

Reduced to nothing, a bud in dismay.

Blades of his claws, a wiggling sin,

Mushed and smashed her, his hardened skin


No alarms rise, no voices swell,

As I’m trashed, to be trodden, farewell.

A naked flower, once held so strong,

Now just a memory, in silence, belongs.




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