Little flower
How did it feel?
When they broke your stem
whispered against your petals
and suffocated you with words
not clear enough to comprehend.
Little flower,
is it cold under the glass?
I wonder if you can remember,
the soil at your roots,
the bees thriving on your pollen,
and the sun surrounding you.
I see the veins in your petals,
do they bleed like mine?
When they cut you and crushed you,
did it snuff out your essence?
Behind your glass,
in your frame,
you'll see more days than I.
Yet I will live more moments
than you ever had the chance to.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Comments (5)
I often think about inanimate things now trapped for their beauty. I hope this flower didn't suffer for our art. I liked your poem very much.
so good thank you for sharing
This so moved me. Lovely poem.
I love this - well done!
Wonderful. 🖤