Only (Natural)
she hid the flowers
behind her back
as if they were her only secret.
it’s only luck
that “secret”
rhymes with
“keep it.”
my flowers die
on a regular basis,
but i guess it’s only
natural.
i feel like
i would accidentally
let you kill me
if you only tried.
it’s strange,
but i think if i
were to grow my flowers
i would accidentally
kill them without
trying. i only meant to
prevent you
from dying.
i hid the flowers
behind my back
for they are my
only secret.
i washed my hair
like a wounded faerie,
and i drank the blood
that was too defiant
to only be red,
and it remained
an unnatural, poisonous
pink,
what an unfashionable drink.
a foul name
sits at the back of
my throat
like a sullied diamond
unable to shine through.
when you finally came to,
you found me as i slowly began to sink
sitting in a warm
bath of a most
unnatural and poisonous
pink.
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