flower minded

by cherie
(corvallis or usa)

I am bruising
delicate beings such as Myself are ill prepared for
Brutality.
You’ve picked me
out of the crowd because I am, I was
Beautiful.
I’ve been severed
from my roots, taken from family
Forcefully.
My color fades
As I stand perfectly still practicing death with
Dignity.
Soon I’ll wither
And wrinkle from the stresses watching my beauty
Dissolve.
I envy Ugly,
it never is stolen and never loses
Admiration.