false garden.

once upon a time
i told a boy
“you look like a flower.”
oblivious to the irony
to come.
i told him again,
“you look like a flower.”
eyelids delicate
with flutters,
flower petals - 
planted in the universe,
deep into parched soil,
absolute thirst.

once upon a time
i held a boy,
i tried to smooth out
the rougher edges.
but now my hands
are sore from barbed stems.

“you look like a flower.”
but you pricked my skin
like a weed.






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