A Foreign Touch
flowers
deflowered
when anxious hands tug on life not theirs
vibrant pigments say, i'm right for the plucking
plush filled pistils,
ripe with life.
snatched by roots
reminded of my frailty.
what a shame,
wearing
filament laced faces
in order to grow.
scars covered in blush
never to make amends
time sutures wounds
done living in forever
a patient no longer.
reap what you sow,
so I sowed up pain.
seasons change
I won't let you change my nature
I bloom again,
stronger foundations
and morning showers
remind me of who I am
my body carries warnings
soft lips turn to thorned fangs
this time you'll bleed,
a fraction on my pain.
cut deep, you'll remember that flowers bite too
I give life,
not afraid of taking it now.
I'm fighting wind’s gentlest touch,
reminded of you