The flowers are whispering

again

and when I go to crumble their

petals

in my bruised fist

they laugh at me

and assemble back

together

and I'm not sure when they became

stronger than me 

their thorns are running through

the cracks in the floorboards

and their veins growing

thicker

and stronger

and their scent has me drowsy

(I should probably

fight

but I'm just too tired)