You pour her a cup of tea and sit.
You look at her and flash some teeth with a smile of a king.
You drink from a cup of happiness.
A hint of empty promises.
A dash of the broken-hearted.
A small red rose raised from cheek to cheek.
In awe of her presence,
You commence.
You sense her thorns in her otherwise beautiful form.
You fetch laced band-aids, your smile fades.
Bind her up with ruthless care.
Decorate her with feathers.
Paint her with leather straps on a tattered canvas.
“Your punishment” you whisper in her ear.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” she hears.
“Share your secrets.” you gasp as you try to touch her.
Her emerald greens dancingly staring back.
Her ruby petals blossom.
Her body folds into a cup of tea.
You move closer and yell into her echoes.
You caress her playful leaves andtrail towards her stem.
You prick yourself instead.
The fire's dead.
About the Creator
Estrella Cabada
I'm defined by nothing but my own actions. I left with words unspoken and secrets never broken.
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