I did something evil today
I stole from God’s garden.
she was a flower,
touched her lips.
but I didn’t kill because I thought she was beautiful.
I killed her because she was the closest flower to heaven.
I thought, if I pick this flower,
God will notice.
I don’t care that I stole from God.
that is not the sin I will remember.
the sin I will remember
is the flower
and how easy it was to tear
her delicate body from the stem,
how dusty pollen specked
the hues of blue
and how I didn’t stop to admire her beauty while she was still alive.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the May 2015 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.