I’m not going to lie–I’ve had a pretty awful morning. I woke up two hours later than I meant to, I had to skip breakfast to be able to make it to my exam this morning, I was late to Greek because my exam ran over, and I threw up in the shower.
I am telling you this to let you know why today’s poem is slightly angrier than many previous poems I have shared. (Sorry, I needed some
flower related catharsis today.)
If you do too, today is your lucky day. Enjoy.
I decorate my body in
flowers. Floral prints that
bleed with pink and red to match
the lips I tear at with teeth
ripping skin away when nervous
& my eternally flushed cheeks. I find it
fitting—don’t flowers do the same?
Bloom bright only to wilt,
darken with age into an unrecognizable
husk. Flowers turn to dust & my floral printed
skin turns to ash when the sun sets every night.
Demonizing flowers is far from second
nature. People do not hate what they see
as beautiful. They pluck it, take it from its
home & place it in their own. Death has no
ramifications for the living if they were
never attached in the first place.
Beauty to tragedy—a second nature
Why did you choose to be a flower?
What I am is not my fault. Embracing what I
am is a choice. Growing into something
more than I was meant to be is the only
ambition I can strive for.
Can’t help the beauty—wear flowers
as a crown before they shrivel to wilting
dirt. I will grow my own brains & wear my
floral print. A new kind of armor dyed
red like my lips, stained pink link the
chlorophyll in my blood.
–I Will Not Wilt for Your Pleasure
It means a lot to me that you to take time out of your day to read my work. 🙂 Thank you so much–I appreciate all of you!
I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!
I’m going to do my best to have an afternoon better than my morning. 🙂