“The flowers like me back.”
“The flowers need wateringthe silver needs a shine.Daughter is a magnetdrawn back to where she was last safe.She touches the tablecloth like a talisman.Tell me who I was. Tell me what I’ve become.”
“Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.”
“You're like a flower that grew through a crack in the sidewalk, he told me”
“I miss you like the sun misses the flowers, like the sun misses the flowers in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct it's light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world which your absence has banished me to.”
“Yes,” I said, looking back up as the sun settled into the sky, the red blooming from it like flower petals. “It has already begun.”